~Daisy B., Chapter Four~

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The letters feel distorted

like torn raw silk

stretched over

a clawfoot tub

filled with wet daisy petals

carelessly torn

from their stems


I gently held them

in the palm

of my hand

fearful they will

fall apart if

I caress them

until nothing

is left to hold on to







My inspiration:

“She began to cry — she cried and cried. I rushed out and found her mother’s maid, and we locked the door and got her into a cold bath. She wouldn’t let go of the letter. She took it into the tub with her and squeezed it up into a wet ball, and only let me leave it in the soap-dish when she saw that it was coming to pieces like snow.”

~The Great Gatsby~


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