my thoughts settle into the cocoa

I could take you anywhere,
If I decided to venture
Outside of my door,
I could tell you anything,
If I rose from my sleep,
Where I’m curled up on the floor
My blanket a milky fog,
Lounging like a fluffy cat across the keyboard
My pillow a flattened marshmallow,
Gnawed on by hot chocolate
Half of my face illuminated by the light
Spying in on me through the
Threads of curtains pressed against the
Lanky windows, creaking like
Accordions in the wind

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Reflections 2015, A Poetry Collection of Written Works by Tiny Fawns
This is a poetry compilation project featuring previously written content that I will share during periods of time when I am not available to provide daily updates. All poems from this collection were scheduled a week in advance. All comments, questions, and ping backs will receive a response once I return.

roadkill and the ghost of a dead horse beaten

I’m not some shit car
For you to drive around
Run red lights and park sloppily
Over the lines, fuck your rolling stops
The brakes really aren’t that difficult to find
Quit trying to drive me straight down winding roads
And stop jumping lanes when no one else is around
There is no one left to impress
They departed after your failed first impression
Quit chasing the yellow lines on the ground
Faster than the limits, too hasty, running over
Words of roadkill,
Burning the hide of your wheels
Stealing fresh air from my nostrils
Leaving me only to feel disgusted
As the dead horse rolls over in its grave,
Annoyed that once again it’s being tripped over again
When will this conversation ever end
I quietly reflect in my reflection in the rearview mirror
Objects are larger than they appear
I hope you remember that of your own self-involvement
I think with a sneer

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Reflections 2015, A Poetry Collection of Written Works by Tiny Fawns
This is a poetry compilation project featuring previously written content that I will share during periods of time when I am not available to provide daily updates. All poems from this collection were scheduled a week in advance. All comments, questions, and ping backs will receive a response once I return.

yellow eyes and a dead battery

You rose your arms
Blinking your yellow eyes
Flashing like bicycle reflectors
In the moons of my eyes
Spooky words rise from your throat
And my heart rumbles
Thunder in my chest
Cursed by your charms and blessed
With one last heavy breath before I
Crumple up in a fetal position, a crushed
Soda can on the sidewalk, you downed me in three drinks
Now you’re up all night watching frightening horror films
With shirtless girls screaming in showers and
Youthful college men making out before getting a hook through their chins
Hanging out in trees, just moments after their final high fives
I think I can still hear them whispering their last words as the breeze
Traces their lips and skips haughtily across the windshields of their
Cars, lights still turned on, the battery dying, doors ajar

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Thank you for reading this poem from
Reflections 2015, A Poetry Collection of Written Works by Tiny Fawns
This is a poetry compilation project featuring previously written content that I will share during periods of time when I am not available to provide daily updates. All poems from this collection were scheduled a week in advance. All comments, questions, and ping backs will receive a response once I return.