musing By Emily Ng


dreams —

           crumple in aged lockets

wind salivates over hushed syllable

      and        crochet splinters

              of sin

      wintry howls


                      when the casket


What depths are there to be taken when I inherit

         the blurred figure of corruption?

   trade blood apples

                             for hourglass —

      carve shadows

                    from subversion

   reminder —     

                         how one 



                       that makes

        so     long



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.

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