Diamond shadow on my thigh,
Locusts in my skin,
Her scalp bears holes like lava caves,
As we snort coke off a bald man’s head.
Lilac curtains fall gently, forming the outline of a horse
In this electrical board, this grid city,
Where slanting metal becomes winking silver fish in the sun
And burning lines create characters beneath my eyelids.
Tentacles of strangling vines-
The disguise of the People-Eaters
Who provoked a single scream from a slim body and
Blood washed away with a hose in a sterile bathroom with blue walls.
I pick up the cursed puzzle piece knowingly
And the porcelain Prince of Death kisses me-
Goodbye crisscrossed ham trees,
Goodbye clouds woven with the hair of the aged humans.
We run on red and pink rocks of sponge,
On bloodied earth like the muscles on our bones
With balloons in our hands- my thread snaps.
I feel like I could die, there is so much love.
by Joanna Cho
I am a student from Auckland, currently studying and adventuring in Iceland, writing, playing and remaining curious at all times. I love the writing styles of Jonathan Safran Foer, Bruno Schulz and endless letters of names of more literary heroes... I believe in nonsense and shameless honesty, I made a leek hat last weekend and I dream of owning a tea house.