Poetry from Brianna Dawn.

ghost shell

i cast my words off into the night
of your heart, but they echoed
against closed doors and hallways
cluttered with ghosts in the dark

but i didn’t miss my mark
you took all the arrows and all the shots

letting them slip through
so as not to tear apart
the ghost shell holding
spirits captive in the dark

© Tiny Fawns, 2018

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