I take a moment to assess the state of my heart:
It’s not broken; it’s more like a butterfly in rain
rising rising sinking with each drop.
Red brick has replaced my blood, and my tongue is
changed, I don’t know what it is but you sound really
Hard to tell how fast my spots change. I don’t end with the edges of me. I’m running down empty streets in my dreams
and I wake up having left myself at the end of a cul-de-sac. Fuck it!! I can’t reverse out of this one,
my dad hates dead ends. I wish he hadn’t named me after a flower which recedes at night.
By Daisy Harris
Written while listening to this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U8jReSoFs7Y
Daisy Harris Poetry 