Summer by Dani Leshgold

we drink summer in champagne flutes. mine will shatter on marble in the foyer. hours will lay on the thick of our tongues while the women in black shriek. cheers, you whisper. a bed of grenades. the woman in white throws a bouquet of knives to the girls with open hearts. roses. the devil’s eyes. […]

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Heart by Dani Leshgold

it keeps getting darker because more of the lightbulbs in my bedroom have burst and the words “this is how it ends” won’t stop echoing in my head. i’ve been thinking about how the rhythm we speak in is the same as a heartbeat except heartbeats are butterflies and boys with cute smiles and sometimes […]

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