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Mar 2022 · 147
Sure.
Brianna Davis Mar 2022
I wanted to be a poet, tragically I’m a person. I love, lose, I win. I see.
I am all that is me.
Nov 2017 · 298
Nuance
Brianna Davis Nov 2017
I want to be soaked in emotion
Strained and drained till there’s nothing left
If there’s a soul harbored in my body, I’ll drag it till it’s jagged and jaded
Nothing more than less.
What is sense when you have nothing common?
What is life even?
I want it all or nothing, maybe (probably not) for the best.

Putting two and two together was much simpler when you turned every word out of your mouth into joke and jest.

I came, I saw, I conquered.
Then I came again.
Jan 2017 · 268
Requiem
Brianna Davis Jan 2017
Recounting the times you've curled your toes in the bed you made yourself lay in.

When you repented your sins, were your fingers pressed together?

Did you get condolences?

Recant and restate your apologies, all heartfelt and hopeless.

Lie and wait for the next one you'll rope into absolution.
Jan 2017 · 199
Untitled
Brianna Davis Jan 2017
I'd like to wash my hands of you.

Watch the skin melt off, turn to muscle and bone.

Scrub the past out of my hair.

Till it all falls out, ****** and bald like a newborn.

I only wish to purify; body & soul.

Remaking myself out of soot and stone.

— The End —