whilst every brown boy and his mother leaf through the beauty of local girls,
I sit rudely in the scorching sun daring him to turn me darker still.
they’re checking the boxes that define perfection—
milky skin against ebony locks, submissive eyes.
but they lump me separately—
too much fire for a family so obviously dry. Continue reading “[Writer’s Quote Wednesday] Dark Kali”
“Why, for the love of Merlin, is this considered a fun kid’s project?” asked Ron Weasley. He pulled a strip of paper out of the globby, gooey container and slapped it onto the globe propped in front of him and his daughter.
no one leaves home unless home chases you
fire under feet
hot blood in your belly
it’s not something you ever thought of doing
until the blade burnt threats into
and even then you carried the anthem under
only tearing up your passport in an airport toilet
sobbing as each mouthful of paper
made it clear that you wouldn’t be going back.
He only had time to grab his son and run. Together, they ran with the clothes on their back and their photo identification cards stuffed hastily in his pocket. They didn’t even have time to say goodbye.
Then again, there wasn’t much to say goodbye to. Behind them was fire, merciless and consuming, devouring each house like a starving dragon. Behind them were bodies, riddled with bullets, each hole dripping bloody dreams and hopes. Behind them were the graves of his wife and daughter, the screams of their last moments forever playing in his ears like a broken record.Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] Home”
Another argument, another fight,
Another regret buried deep inside.
I face you each day with a defiant stare,
Yet every night, I muffle my cries.
More harsh words meant only to hurt,
I purposely do what I know you hate.
I face you each day without a care in the world,
Yet every night, I return to my broken state.
One day, for sure, the pain will fade,
I promise you, I will treat you right,
But for now all I can do is whisper “I’m sorry”,
As you sleep on through the night.
© Jade M. Wong Continue reading “[Poetry] Another Argument, Another Regret”
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”
Find the black door with the green diamond pane.
Tap it three times to enter a world you reign.
When the instructions appeared that morning next to a sketch of a map, she thought it was a game her parents created for her. Excited, she had tried to show her dad the map, but he waved her away, focused on one of his many phone conversations for work. Then, she had tried to show her mom, but her mom was painting and didn’t want to be disturbed, as usual. Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] Your Very Own Kingdom”
I didn’t expect to walk into the lobby of a historic museum. Carved into the panels of the domed ceiling were statues of angels, wings unfurled, towering above as if they were guarding the building. A circular desk flanked by golden pillars stood at the center of the room. Sitting at the desk was a beautiful woman smiling serenely at me. Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] The Gates”
Too young for love
Too young to know
How far a touch,
A kiss can go
Too old for comfort
Or childhood charms
Too old to be held
In your mother’s arms
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.