Tiny Fawns

Daily poetry from Brianna Dawn.

Daily Poetry of 2018

tongue thorns

you spit those arrows like fire, then recline on haughty heels as if you weave blood from the coils of a rose briar but i only witness a wisp of smoke with a watery punch – it hardly rises to reach the mark dead petals hold more weight than the thorns blooming from your mouth © Tiny Fawns, 2018

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Peter Pan

the shoelaces of adulthood are pulled too tightly how many pairs of shoes have we walked in? how many sizes worn since we wore those silly grins? … dreaming about all the treasures and monsters still buried within our hearts, left slumbering on shelves, never taken out for walks or runs … never let free into the world to create adventures to tell – that’s why our hearts find fairytales […]

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where sadness sits

i imagine it’s tangled up in raindrops or in steps a crow’s eyes take when raking the land for a diamond it feels like a heavy air staring deep into the water both arguing with one another which one is lighter or which one is darker in the eye of a storm © Tiny Fawns, 2018

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dead hands still shaking me

occasionally,  you unexpectedly tap at my door, reaching out your arm through the clouds over time, those clouds grow heavy, turning to mist you are nothing more than smoke and fire carried in the wind occasionally, unexpectedly tossing and turning in my heart and mind in time, that storm will settle into the quiet, forming mist but until that moment, i continue to reach out into the clouds, you remain […]

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