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Petals
Black daisy.
A kiss we already forgot.
I no longer taste
your salt on my tongue.
The skin healed shut.
Pull me apart again.
I never wish
for peaceful days.
I crave days that boil,
days filled with sun
destroying everything
except my blossoms.
They bloom for you.
They bloom for you
and they bleed.
This poem appears in the collection Inner Planets: 50 Poems by Matthew Howard. Available in paperback, Kindle, and audiobook.
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