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Daisy Chains

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    I thread each stem
    With careful precision.

    Tongue on my lip
    Eyes bright, attentive
    My busy fingers
    Make deep slits in their pretty necks
    Until the juice
    Secreting
    Dyes my fingertips
    As green as my knees.

    Barefoot in the soil
    Toenails, dirt-caked
    Burrow,
    Seeking a pebble
    To stop them from sinking.

    I watch them fall
    Spiralling
    One by one
    A blur of colour
    Heads splitting
    Petals exploding,
    Broken.

    Link by link
    I thread each precious stem
    With careful precision.

    by Imogen Charvill Ryall (Cheney) (Runner Up)