Poetry from Brianna Dawn.

tar

i don’t have to time travel that far back
to reflect upon old memories i’ve stacked
up in my mind –  sad and sorrowful
ones make me wanna find the best poison to
undo thoughts stuck to the surface of
my skull like tar, like gum students scrape
from the bottoms of desks then toss
into rubbish bins or jars
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backdated Post a Day poem for April 15th, 2017

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