[Poetry] A Promise

He promised to show me the sunrise.
We would drive to the beach,
Chasing the dawn,
And wiggle our toes in the sand.

Holding on to his promise
Was like waking up from a dream,
Like reaching out next to me,
And feeling the ghost of his hand.Read More »


[Poetry] Victim

The first time I saw her
I knew I would hand her
My heart on a silver platter.

The first time she saw him
She gave everything to him
And my heart became the victim.

© Jade M. Wong