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. mercury. my kiss lives on the brim of summer in a glass.







Dani Leshgold
Dani Leshgold is a senior in Los Angeles, CA. Though she mostly writes poetry, she also writes short stories and some screenplays. Writing and literature pretty much make up her life, and she one day hopes to make writing a career.


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