[Poetry] Bully

You thought you could kill me?
With your words as sharp as knives
And the venom dripping from your lies,
Well I’m sorry to disappoint,
But I won’t roll over and die.

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

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[Poetry] Three Gifts

His gift to me came threefold:

First, the soft whisperings
Of the wind dancing
Through the trees brushing
Against the window pane
As our bed grows cold.

Second, the rose petals
Littering the wooden floor
Like casualties of war—
The blood-red and broken
Remnants of us. Continue reading “[Poetry] Three Gifts”