Poetry from Brianna Dawn.

soda can heart

empty wrinkled soda cans
sound more painful, colder
when their shoulders are drug
across wintry roads
and icy bleacher stands
they are already crumpled
but when kicked, they skip and
walk across pavement,
you can hear again and again
what it felt like, the noise of
their hearts and bones
being bent and broken by
stones thrown by lips
who only wanted the sweet
insides, tossed away
when it was all gone, gone

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backdated post a day poem for October 12th, 2017

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