If I hang from a chandelier of ice,
Will the cold seep into my bloodstream first,
Like the harbinger of a frozen curse?
Or will the oxygen that escapes
In panicked gasps through faint blue lips,
Be the harbinger of my life’s eclipse?
Gazing up at the chandelier of ice,
Perhaps today, I will only
Admire how it twinkles so magnificently.
© Jade M. Wong Continue reading “[Poetry] A Chandelier of Ice”
The weight of your world
On my shoulders
Placed there with good intentions
And tough love,
The weight of your hopes
And dreams
Bending my back
Eternally, Continue reading “[Poetry] Heavy”
I have held many hands before,
Soft hands, rough hands, and others more,
But when I’m holding your hand in mine,
You are everything I’ve ever wished for.
© Jade M. Wong Continue reading “[Poetry] Adore”
You were fire,
Your flames lashing out,
Reveling in the shrieks and shouts.
I was darkness,
A pulsing black hole,
Feeding on the flickers of my soul.
The water splashes onto his face
And drops roll down his back,
Disappearing under the towel
Wrapped around his waist.
It’s already been three weeks, but I swear I can still feel you kicking inside me. The doctor said writing in a journal would help, but it doesn’t. It doesn’t help knowing my own body rejected you.
The doctor said it was a tragic accident, but there are no accidents. The doctor said time would make it easier, but that’s a lie too. Continue reading “[Poetry] Day 21”
It’s not like in the movies—
When the girl cries softly,
Her teardrops falling gently,
Her lips plump and red like rubies. Continue reading “[Poetry] Breakdown”
Standing on my toes,
Trying to peek over the counter,
I can barely see.
But I hear the whistle of the kettle
Boiling on the stove,
And the clink of the spoon
Against the mug,
And the shuffle of the cupboards
Open and close.
Was it I who threw the deafening blow?
Fingers clasped around the brick,
Horrified gasps leaving my lips—
That is a secret only we three know.
Or was it I who, surviving hell,
Decided this is the last blood-stained time,
Disgusted with his body in mine—
That is a secret we will never tell. Continue reading “[Poetry] The Murderer”
10 o’clock on a New York night,
Surrounded by fairytales and city lights,
I hope this postcard finds you well—
Me? Well, things are finally feeling right.
I watched that musical we wanted to see
Of witches and magic and defying gravity,
You were right, I cried and loved it so—
And in that moment, I set you free.
In the stars, our story will always shine,
A glimpse of all that is rare and divine,
But time moves on and so must I—
Thank you, my love, for being mine.
© Jade M. Wong 2017 Continue reading “[Poetry] A Postcard From The Other Side”
