Poetry from Brianna Dawn.

warmth

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

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written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: pamper

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