I Am Made Of Memories
like burnt caramel wisps which linger in the air after a bonfire
brown sugar smoke which sticks in your throat
and clings to the rust-coloured scarf
you drag out each winter
searing colour flashing behind your eyelids
every time your fingertips brush the wool
soft autumn breath cradling you into the ease
of a childhood spent in
golden fields and dragon breath leaves
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Daisy Richardson is a 19-year-old writer and English Literature student at Newcastle University. Currently in her second year, she is hoping to specialise in modern feminist literature as well as continuing to develop her writing in poetry and prose. She loves all things literature and gets a lot of inspiration from her favourite texts and music!
