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Willow Kang

First Day Out Of Prison

For Chloee


It is strange to glimpse

this likeness of a bestial shaman

(or is it my own flesh?)

in the streetlight’s greasy brightness

(a firefly’s arch-nemesis)

Behind me are shapeless walls

coloured in yellow wallpapers

& I can walk through them

as I can through the thundercloud on the streets,

the mammoth on the rooftop


shapeless,

amorphous


no- they have always been intangible


still I yearn for the cynical warmth

of the heart-hearth that smoulders inside,

the green-clad worker sprites

(policemen wear the ghoulish coverings of a bluebird)

who pull me back to my deathbed


from underneath, pulling

from above, spitting


& devouring,

with mint-misted tongues

a salix babylonica is what sprouts from my teeth

(saliva as waterfalls, free-flowing)

tangerines hanging in my lungs

like alveoli, east of my fingertips


Here, a seraph approaches me

in raven bones, lightning branches,

bearing a totem of oblivious ambitions

tells me to cut an oracle from my mouth


& I do:

the sky retches in carmine tides

tides that churn shipwrecks into wights


finally, will the moon reciprocate the mammoth’s love


I too, love


& love

& love


in undulating violence,

may chrysanthemum fields never be bled dry

(yet cannibalism is a crime worthy of hellhounds)


earth, what a beguiling illusion

from lavender to marigold

I will see you to cataclysmic ends


But I must go now,

for the muffin man is waving his harlequin pistol

(can’t you see those oceanic sirens?)

& what a funny one too,

eager in its sanguinary lusts,

(quick, someone seize my last bag of souvenirs)

a shooting star dozes between my feverish breasts

(sculpt them into statues fit for an eternalist garden)


I must hurry to finish this unwritten act

of anything, anything

already, the embracing night eclipses the azure skies


oh skies,

bringing to me sapphire slaughterhouses

gemstone coals fall

weep not–


Bio: Willow is a writer from Singapore, where she is studying. Her current preoccupations include taking naps, and taking naps. While not in school, Willow reads a copious amount of fairytales and writes the same way to keep herself sane. Coffee breaks are also on her mind.


You can find Willow on instagram: @oldmanheart.

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