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doves like tags

a shiver sprinkled itself against
my spine, as you pushed the tag
underneath my collar –

and now when i find
my tags tugging against my
hair, i remember all those little
things you cared about – i see
and feel them everywhere –

i tear them out, so i won’t be
reminded of those little things that
sneak up, make me ache for your love,
because now you are somewhere
above, tucking doves like tags into
passing clouds

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

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written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: disastrous 

chocolate lining

line the pockets
of your brain
with coffee and
chocolate, so that you
will always see
what is sweet
even when you’re
balancing on
the edges of
your mind

out to get us

shadows drum their fingertips
across the tabletops of dreams
restlessly waiting, lined up by lights –
we roll over sleepily – then the
shadows put on their masks.
in the moment between thunder
and slumber, we believed the shadows to be
something other than
dark things curling their
fingers around lamp stands,
something out to get you and me
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backdated Post a Day poem for April 9th, 2017

frontier

sunset stretched
out like deer hide
dipping the fields and
mountains in orange
the violet sky holding up
stars by her fingertips
sending the moon on the
back of the wind

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
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written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: edible

weightless

fox eyes – pearly gleams
their white bellies and red fur
warm up our dreams –
we leap into the wet, green
night air around us
running through the thoughts
streaming – the longer we
count the ripples rolling across
water, the more they seem
to be seams unwinding,
until they still – they steal our minds,
and for a moment – a small, solitary second
we found the corner where Night and Dreams meet
before they embrace, walk away,
letting us fall into a
weightless sleep