Daisy Chain by Becca Harrington

My lips taste like autumn leaves,

and the wind blows petrichor kisses

to starve my smile of teeth.

And these crowded streets tell lonely tales,

like the boy who

loved me once.

He’d want me until the leaves turned green

and I lost the taste of new beginnings.

I didn’t see him again,

but heard he’s with a girl who smells

like summer.

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