we walk past
one another, every day
we never talk,
silently believing
they’d never relate.
but our ceilings,
the ones we stare
at late into the night,
the ones we deeply
focus on until
our sight slips into
sleep and becomes lost in dreams,
if those ceilings held a
conversation about
us, they’d get on well –
talking about all
of our vulnerabilities
and fears and how
relatable we are, if only
we had the courage to say
it all, to tell it all to the world –
but we don’t, we keep them
quiet and only let our
ceilings know the darkest
corners of our minds and hearts

written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: relate

removing others from themselves

give another human
a reason for why your
heart is in the condition it is,
they’ll throw back at you
their own theories
completely removing you
from yourself, claiming your
identity as his or her own
and you’re left feeling
a little bit more gone
as they chew on your bones

written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: theory

what it means

we’ve redefined everything
twisted words like dough into pretzels,
into the exact shapes we desire them
to be, so it wouldn’t be a surprise to me
if we don’t give words like “exercise”
and “health” a different kind of workout,
so that people can redefine their laziness
as productivity in stagnancy

written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: athletic


an internalized war of
ugly words and bitter imagination,
poured out across the skins and robes
worn by others – we favor our pitiful anger
without thinking twice of internalized battles
within the hearts and minds of others –
but they don’t even bother as well,
which is why
we are deadlocked in our
own judgmental prison cells

written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: cacophony