Briana Benner Poems

Fall in reverse, my tired soul;
Give me your hand and let me wake you,
With your gentle smile and screaming eyes.
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There are stars upon my eyes, for I see
nothing but the glittering madness of my own heart
within me, beating, at the mercy of
the mothers and fathers before me.
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I couldn’t sleep.

So tired, my bones drug the ground, making marks and grinding low,
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Your words, the knife; your mouth the hand that wields it so expertly
as you
whittle
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In the stillness of winter, these walls are throbbing;
their merciless echoes travel through my ears, their cold dancing across my skin.
Frost curls in the air;
ice dances on windowpanes;
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