Poetry from Brianna Dawn.


bones, home to flowers and worms after 80 more years nothing left not even a shadow of decay © Tiny Fawns, 2018

shadow tickle

shadows tickle, but i don’t smile time ticks and clicks, instead of dwindling … … feels like i’m gaining miles and miles stretched out shadows on…

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…