Daily poetry from Brianna Dawn.

Archive for ‘August 11th, 2017’

eye jacket

glaring, when eyes spit into the air – a cold rain jacket worn on the shoulders of an angry stare __ written by Tiny Fawns for…

ladders to wisdom

roll up and smoke your words. puff them out in a cloud around others, you’re feeling higher, questioning why they even bother – but the minds,…