[Poetry] Bleeding Lines

I never could see her soul through her eyes—
They were thick opera curtains that never budged,
Never giving light a chance to pierce through.

But light always finds a way—
Illuminating her veins down to her fingertips,
Until every word she wrote breathed anew. Continue reading “[Poetry] Bleeding Lines”

[Poetry] The Murderer

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”

[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”

[Flash Fiction] Jealousy

Icy stalactites hung from the ceiling of the devastated room like jagged teeth ready to devour. She stepped over the frozen debris—bricks crushed into frosty cubes, a lone chair wheel spinning aimlessly—and approached her ex-lover pinned to the wall. An icicle jutted out from each of his shoulders.

“Oh honey, I was always the stronger one.” She cupped air in her palms and turned her wrists outward. Her ex-lover screamed as the icicles twisted further into his flesh. Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] Jealousy”

[Poetry] It’s Our Earth Day Too

I’ve called Earth home for more than 100 years
The largest of turtles, yet many of us have disappeared,
It’s our Earth Day too.

You love that I’m black, white, Asian, and cuddly,
If you love me, then why are there so little of me?
It’s our Earth Day too.

Beautifully brilliant blues, vibrant oranges and reds,
Bloody feathers of homeless macaws, lying on the ground dead.
It’s our Earth Day too. Continue reading “[Poetry] It’s Our Earth Day Too”

[Poetry] Pretty

She says she’s not pretty
But if only she knew
The way I bite my lip
When she smiles with hers
The way she teases me
Like a taboo.

She says she’s not pretty
But then her eyes lock on mine
And in them I see
Every reason I need
To know why I lived
All this time.

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

Blue Skies & The Wind in Your Hair

In all my years of living in New York, I have never stepped foot in Staten Island.

Queens? I know it like the back of my hand.

Manhattan? Love.

Brooklyn? Bronx? Sure.

But Staten Island? That place across the water where no subway lines connect to? Uh…brain does not compute.

Cue the Staten Island Ferry! Continue reading “Blue Skies & The Wind in Your Hair”

For The Love Of Chocolate

It’s a restaurant with a chocolate theme.

It’s a Chocolate. Themed. Restaurant.

The best friend and I knew we could not consider our lives fulfilled until we came here. 

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Cocoa Spiced Waffle Fries

The Best Friend: Cocoa? On fries

Me: And it comes wrapped in a newspaper! That is awesome.

The Best Friend: Okay Jade, focus. COCOA. ON FRIES. This is genius.  Continue reading “For The Love Of Chocolate”

[Poetry] The 100th Day

1st day was screaming in a soundproof room-
Buried alive in my silent tomb.
2nd day was setting the world on fire-
Burning the memories stacked on a pyre.
3rd day was floating with nowhere to go-
In a crimson river as cold as snow.

100th day-
I’m starting to feel okay.

© Jade M. Wong 2017 Continue reading “[Poetry] The 100th Day”