Poetry from Brianna Dawn.


in the dark –
not the dark of night
but the dark that pools
out of your eyeballs
and heart, blinding
your soul from a hopeful sight –
the only luxury
is the warmth of sheets
and blankets and pillows caked
and stacked all around, while
rolling over, not
having to get up

written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: pamper

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