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inner collision

crumpled at day’s end.
i sit down to dinner –
bones stacking up into
a neat pile of sticks within
i could spin webs
around all of the
misfortunes sticking
out – thorns in the side of
my day, i could pin up
words people have said –
turn them, overanalyze them
every which way, to avoid
and assume, every breath or
action was carefully woven
by a loom to create the finished
product – constructed to
haunt my mind – with anxiety
calling shot gun, leaving
peace behind

written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: disastrous 

my last

box me up in
your finest oakwood
lock the latch so
the things that should
stay unbothered will sink
from my bones into the
soil, during the next
rain, they’ll grow and
haunt the stones, rivers
mountains and lakes with
the echoes of words you
won’t ever get to take
from me, even after
i’m gone – i’d rather
be the hum on
another ghost’s tongue
than be, some song
you once would have
sung indifferently

written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: soil

foul things

don’t spit them out
chew on your words
if they don’t taste sweet
across your tongue
don’t spit them out
at another’s feet
only fools munch on
the sharp blades of foul things
and believe them to be
valuable tools worth bringing
to dinner tables
written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: edible

death, life

life fails to exist
to those walking in death –
or is death a life simply resisting
returning to the world?
savoring a long, long moment
in the quiet – one we
always longed for but
could never achieve in
the life we wake up for –
but limits us in what we
can perceive beyond
Everything, or even the Nothing
that takes breaking our minds
emptying them out, and sending
them Somewhere, or even Nowhere
where the divine supposedly keep
our lives written on scrolls
as we sleep

written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: savor

courage like the feathered

birds do not require
adrenaline to walk
tight ropes above our heads
or to fly into the sun
and yet we need
that and more, just to
shut the door
when we know
but refuse to accept
what’s done is done
we always sink lower
when we could let go
and fly higher

written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: moxie


when i sink
into the blue
sometimes all
i can do is
roll over,
eat snacks,
sleep – the
thought of
meals alone
for one –
just one –
even though
i feel like hardly
half of one –
makes me
miss you –
but only just

written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: snack


i follow and the
distance grows longer
i swallow my hopes,
walk away –
you turn around
my pull becomes stronger –
yet when i try again, we miss –
not meeting – we long
for one another
but don’t belong
close like this

written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: magnet