[Poetry] Moonlit Love

One cannot find love in a cramped ballroom
So I go where wine flows plentifully,
Amidst the talks, a whiff of your perfume,
Shall we gamble? You take my hand and we
Dance away, O Love, let me take command
For our destiny was sewn in the stars.
You are my goddess and I, as your man,
Adore the form of you and all you are.
Shall we bask in the moonlight, skin to skin
Whilst the bedsheets tangle around our feet
Until your perfume permeates within
Every inch of my chambers, soft and sweet?
O my love, you may believe me crazy
But I am enamored with your body.

© Jade M. Wong 2017 Continue reading “[Poetry] Moonlit Love”

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[Flash Fiction] Live To Play Another Day

The woman looped the necklace around her neck, wincing as the cold pearls touched her skin. The blue sapphire pendant glowed just as coldly. It was time.

Her husband sat at the piano, dressed in his Sunday best. Next to him sat the little girl, choosing the evening’s song. She had their daughter’s sunny curls and voice like wind-chimes, but she was not their daughter.

Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] Live To Play Another Day”

[Flash Fiction] Cupid’s Park

I fell so deeply for you, my love,
For you were my angel, sent from above.

A couplet adorned the entrance, inviting visitors to Cupid’s Park. Bright green vines hugged the stone pillars on either side. Winding paths and arching trees presented vibrant roses with colors so striking, everyone whispered of magic. Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] Cupid’s Park”

[Poetry] The Painting

Her cries poured through him like paint through flimsy paper. She begged for escape, but no one came to save her. 

She tensed before his raised hand. The swirls of purple and blue hues on her skin pulsed, contorting in a morbid dance.

In the seconds his hand needed to slice through her cries, she saw her colorful self reflected in his eyes. Continue reading “[Poetry] The Painting”

[Flash Fiction] Today, We Celebrate Life

In a Manhattan venue on the edge of the East River, the last fashion show of esteemed designer Alexia was underway. 

Not that any of the guests knew it was the last show. No, that knowledge – or lack of – was Alexia’s final gift.

Stepping onto the stage in her signature violet pumps and serene smile, Alexia carefully chose her last words for the world that was tuned in to only her. Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] Today, We Celebrate Life”