Poetry from Brianna Dawn.

Archive for ‘September, 2017’

pillow talk

the rain wanted to undo the sun, peel off her layers, pin her across a blue sky turned grey – unwind the threads, one by one…

disconnected

telephones probably hate hearing us drone on and on, filling their heads with drama and trivialities – which is why we are sometimes greeted with unfriendly…

a sad word

treat us gently, the words said we sometimes treat them unkindly in our heads slap them around in our mouths, rolling out, falling down all wrong,…

pink eyelids

to press my face into the sky wind wrapping warm arms around my waist, the sun turning my vision pink when i close my eyelids to…