Brianna Lynn
A Version of us
You remained quiet when you were supposed to fight— push, punch, scream—do something. Then sit there and play a victim, making me seem like a…
A child wearing war
War, where peace was expected, a battle rose like the sun in the east. Screams and cries— fat tears rolling down my war‑torn face like…
Threadbared truths
The stitch holding the worn seams together at the corners meant to bind a beautiful masterpiece that would last forever. Soft echoes of spoken memories…
Unanchored
An anchor, by definition, is a heavy object attached by rope or chain to keep a ship from moving — a weight that was supposed…