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A Ghost's
Berceuse You replaced it with sheets of grey.
The devil’s pride
Flaying my unblemished skin,
All the machinery within,
Stuffed in jars on your metal tray.
Written by Jack Yow Jun Lam Sr2ScB
“There’s something inside you.”
The divine gifts
My dress adorned with stars,
Auctioned off to collectors.
Now wearing leaking scars,
Studied by one-eyed proctors.
“Something no one can recognise.”
The blindfold tightens
“O Tresses of Mine, O Tresses of Mine,
Rise and Serve Thy Saviour.”
You said while you rewrote my line,
Plunging me into Sisyphean labour.
“Or have you always known it?”
The clipped wings
You rally your people for donations,
Claiming they’ll help save my soul.
But my blood was poured for libations,
For your kingdom a vermillion shoal.
“I suppose nobody knows.”
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Illustration by Lai Zhi Yao Sr2ScE
