Tiny Fawns

Daily poetry from Brianna Dawn.

hardly hungry

the day was baking in the summer sun.
it was last year, hearts had already begun
their descent into the evening shadows –
the long shadows that grow like the backs
of flowers, stems bent from the weight
of too many thoughts like petals laced around
heads – light grows dead into the night,
the moon faintly outlines the skin of things,
rattling the hollow bones of a clouds’ silver linings
hope is a heart’s fine dining – but in the dark,
desire turns to dust – and you’re left
absentmindedly picking at the crusts
of dreams, which cloak themselves in
nightmare’s robes and stare at
you from beneath the seams

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backdated Post a Day poem for August 4th, 2017

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