crumple in aged lockets
wind salivates over hushed syllable
and crochet splinters
when the casket
What depths are there to be taken when I inherit
the blurred figure of corruption?
trade blood apples
for hourglass —
By Emily Ng
Emily Ng is a 17-year-old from Brooklyn, NY. She is a second reader for Polyphony Lit and a poetry and prose editor for Kalopsia Lit. Emily has been recognized nationally by the Scholastic Art & Writing Awards.