Poetry from Brianna Dawn.

lukewarm night in brisbane

i look out at the city, stretched out …
it’s getting no sleep tonight
every single light shines because someone
somewhere switched it on,
i imagine humans in all of their stacked up,
small boxes crawling around like fleas
or rolling around naked – and the thoughts
all merged into the air that seems to sleep
on the backs of crickets
late night feelings sink their teeth into
the last bites of strange thoughts and dreams

written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: mild

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