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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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![]() inside her body stayed a country that’s not even her country. inside her amputated leg laid a country that even when the leg a bleeding ghost already, the country doesn’t leave but plead red-iced loyalty. inside her families stayed a country that refused to realize its encampment in their lineages. Ma spoons her some medicine she must take daily whenever Death kindly alights from his seat. but her tongue snarls
like those red-eyed headlights brainwashing the man whose seatbelts untied, baptizing the taste of an unwanted history documented under her clock-worn veins. her life, a portion of blood-bathed eventides, sealed with corpseless bruises. the night reddened-ochre dirt you almost mistake it for rotten-dead calves. her fate, stench of crisp-burnt piss makes you tilt your nose. but cremated doesn’t mean unaborted, you know? she has life hidden in green-burnt camouflage that stayed too hidden you can never catch it your bare eyes. she wears suede-brass rage, her bones diaphanous stalks you can never see with your bare eyes. she tastes the dilation of moon-decapitated nights, she steals the lights. keep them in the pre-collision of her thighs. gate-closed? nay she didn’t. one move and the thighs might turn into rubbles of unsheathed sky. your fingers, calloused razors glued to salt-licked fists. your fist, stuffed inside her mouths and so came apart in your pairs of hands clumps of disheveled hair bearing no difference to clustered bomb-bright red wires. your fist, stuffed inside her mouth and it brought out to you those films dubbed in white lies manufactured by dirt-streaked euphemisms plucked from an earthworm-smeared orchard. her body, green-upholstered grass they descend upon. her body, a body forgetting the life of itself but still remembers that it was never a Vietnam war, but rather a faceless child of American’s atrocity. perhaps, she was the tomorrow i illusioned to have a life. Comments are closed.
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