C.H. Dawn is a zillenial writer, mainly of poetry, and multi-media artist.
we are all just titles, you and me. the difference being that I can name myself whatever I want. On Monday:
By C.H. Dawn5 years ago in Poets
we thought the end of the world would come slow, would be the end. we thought it would be more of a slow burn, than it is.
secrets in these hallways, hide in corners. they catch your attention when you least expect, all of your attention.
I burned the photograph of us. Not because I am bitter. No! You were; everything I could’ve asked for. WE were everything
By C.H. Dawn6 years ago in Poets
Do you ever feel impossibly jolted into the future? As if one day you are 8, and you only remember riding the bus and snacks when you’re home
