threads

a necklace breaks, pearls spill across
the floor, we sadly curl the thread of vanity
around our fingers before we throw it in a bin
a summer storm sinks its teeth into a spider’s home
the thread breaks, dew spills across
the grass, yet we pay it no mind, because
the home of tiny creatures are the last things
to steal time from our hearts

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backdated Post a Day poem for August 5th, 2017.

quieter, lighter

my weakness tends to speak louder
than the proudest of my strengths –
mostly because i think, and think
and think until i’ve sunk the ship
i’m sailing until it no longer sinks
my weakness is quieter, lighter, and
stronger, it tends to rest on
top of the highest peaks of my heart,
it’s the beauty rushing, stammering
clawing apart the words i speak
when separating myself from the dark

longing for the sun

death is a heart’s first breath
beyond the cage of our bones and skin
it can reach out and touch the warm sun
within its own arms, instead of
waiting for us to embrace it in our minds

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written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: shimmer

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