The 9th Day

May 2017 – 31 Day Blog Challenge
Theme: Worst Habits


I think probably one of my worst habits is consistency. When I was swept up in depression the past couple of years, any sort of routine went out the window – that’s one of the reasons I started this writing journal – so that I could hold on to the spark of motivation I had one day and see if I could continue to keep it alight. So far, so good. So I wouldn’t say I have any “worst” habits, really – because once I decide to break or change something – I just … commit to doing it. But I will admit I do have a terrible addiction to soda pop. (Kind of keeping it short and sweet today because I really don’t want to write a wall of text on this kind of topic today.)

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Credits in the image. Feel free to participate in the challenge as well. 🙂 

As always, thank you for stopping by and reading.

Tiny Fawns is a poetry journal with occasional art work. 
I recently decided to participate in this challenge so that my followers and anyone who ventures into Tiny Fawns Land can have a clearer picture of who I am, what I do, etc etc.
I rarely if ever blog outside of poetry, so for you followers who follow me strictly for poetry, I hope you will be gracious for the month of May to see a daily update from me that is not poetry. 🙂 I will of course be continuing my daily updates of poetry in addition to this.

-Brianna Dawn, AKA Tiny Fawns

canyons, craniums

i don’t need canyons to hear
the echoes of my own words or
footsteps from the deep – my cranium
already possesses the capability to
haunt me with memories running ragged
on threadbare wheels each time i slip
uncomfortably into sleep – no need to litter
lonely rocks and broken hearted stones with
bitter reflections i have broken up
into sharp untouchable parts long cold
from absence of affection

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written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: bitter

feather rafts

sleeping, my brain became
hungry and started gnawing at
the seams of my pillow, until
my mind sunk softly
into strange dreams –
i floated on a raft of feathers,
my quilt the sail – it began to tell
it’s odd little story – i crashed
into the stars, they were melting like
candle wax into stringy long-legged spiders
leaping across walls, startled –
i awaken, thinking i had heard my
own footsteps down the hall


backdated Post A Day Poem – for March 31st, 2017.