gliding across the battlefield
days after the storm
wonder struck, stunned, dazed by
crystalline skeletons
twisted, poised, advancing armies
frozen still, breath taken
waiting for the signal, waiting for the light
waiting to breathe again
About Me
- mphung
- | a PhD student on post-colonial literature and theory | a nefarious writer of sorts | current literary project--a novella entitled Chinawoman
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