Snow White Writing is a writing segment where I write about my writing journey and share some of my works as well.
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There’s a half-dead mongrel in Tony’s wild
irises, rasping acquiescence into my lungs.
A question dies before being birthed from my
mouth and my bloom shrivels behind curved bones.
He doesn’t say but I hear—the water in my veins
poisoned our field of painted youth, dulled
polychromatic camellias traced on pale and
tanned skins. I inhale and turpentine is there,
stamping its hooves, flickering its tail, ready to
bring me away. I exhale and climb aboard. There’s
a whiff of inky, bitter coffee, buried under earth
and stallion. Before silence is all Tony recalls of
me, the half-dead mongrel leaps from his calming
irises and finds a new home in mine.