Tiny Fawns

Daily poetry from Brianna Dawn.

blue and haunted

Samhain rides in on the wind
bending the cold into the color of blue
across our skin, and our ghosts
will crawl out of our shadows and into
dreams, what haunts us is not
usually as wicked as it may seem

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backdated post a day poem for October 24th, 2017

Categories: Poetry, Post A Day 2017

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