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Protected: letter for you
morning commute
this morning sun is beautiful hits me fractured in my face as i race away from shoot up hill reminiscent of the Italian rays, hitting my holy city, and eternal light. cheeks are soft, beckoning me closer, this sleepy train, like our precious haze, an extension of our fingers, interlaced. . i see us in… Continue reading morning commute
i promise i wont hurt you
look over there please sir, beneath that pile of newspapers. do you see it? it's small so you have to be careful not to damage it. pry it out using only two of your gentlest fingers. be careful not to tear it. the material is fragile and yellowing from age. be careful not to dismember… Continue reading i promise i wont hurt you
carmen
carmen. her name falls frequently from my lips. my tongue touching the roof of my mouth upon each utterance. car-men. isn't she so beautiful this evening? despite the muggy weather, carmen maintains a glow which persists consistently through all four seasons of the year. oh carmen, intertwine your hands with mine so that together we… Continue reading carmen
fairylights in my room
i whizzed past a blur of domestication. terraced houses crowding london together in their isolation. As the overground began to slow to a stop I saw the inside of someone's living room. Lit bright with an array of fairylights it looked warm. The same way the colours yellow, pink, and orange look warm in their… Continue reading fairylights in my room
i never thought
i never thought, i'd feel the hurt it feels to look someone in the eye, to feel their skin on your skin, to breath their breath, to feel their touch, and fall helplessly into a one-sided love.
what a bummer
two can play at this game- a mantra he carries with him. you kick me i'll kick you back. harder. bite me slowly. till blood's been drawn. make this hurt more than it needs to. they were vulnerable. but the heart was only worn on the edge of the sleeve. whilst i hid mine deep… Continue reading what a bummer
this fragile thing
i hold this fragile thing in my hands. my cupped hands barely contain it, as it spills out from either side. i've steadied myself to control the momentum. biting my lips, i draw blood. i'm rocking the theoretical boat, and regretting each push and shove. it's already escaping in the cracks between my fingers. it… Continue reading this fragile thing
i listen to the sound of you falling asleep
i listen to the sound of you falling asleep. in harmonious accompaniment with the morning birds. shy smiles, biting fingernails. the distance between us feels too great. come here, closer, so that i can rest my head on your chest. so i can walk my fingers north up the magenta line tracing back to conversations… Continue reading i listen to the sound of you falling asleep
Protected: new beginning
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hilary kwan 