Poetry from Brianna Dawn.

Posts tagged ‘Night’

wearing off

night works her clammy fingers into my skin, dragging my mascara and eyeliner down to my cheeks the shade of my blush growing weaker under the…

the kiss

night wears mist like stockings, she kissed the moon, sending him blushing, running after the sun ___ backdated Post A Day poem for September 6th, 2017