As I bike under the shades
Of trees growing wildly into each other
In the shape of tangled fingers I hear
From above a tune so overbearing
Waltzing back and forth between ravens
Like black holes draining light from the sky
As a child in China, I was pretty much only exposed to tattoos through movies. More specifically, action movies about classic gangster-police rivalries. At the
I turned 20 a couple of weeks ago. As a matter of fact, the clock struck while I was sitting in the MAB Lab, bathing
Shave hair off pale skinTreat with MadaCideWipe down every inchFree of germs and filth Body turned a canvasSaved for relics from dreamsToo flimsy to be
Burning and clammyI wake up to my ears oozingFluid of infectionYellowing the pillowcaseLike stray dogs marking territories I learned about hindsight bias in psychI know
Is it love To take a bullet for someone To stand in front of metal And let it sink into flesh Life into death As
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