The Rising Phoenix Review posted: " Summer arrives in copper-glazed light that pieces itself into swallows, fans into bruises on the base of my throat.The tap is dripping in jilted waltz. Hear its staccato as the beating of my own pulse. Mirror, mirror reimagined: glass fractured, tale str"  | The Rising Phoenix Review February 24 | Summer arrives in copper-glazed light
that pieces itself into swallows, fans
into bruises on the base of my throat.
The tap is dripping in jilted waltz. Hear its
staccato as the beating of my own pulse.
Mirror, mirror reimagined: glass fractured,
tale strung from limb to limb. Smile anyway. I never liked my wisdom
teeth, vestigial things made to be lost. Enamel
implicates you in the crimson root it trails. I cling
to your blood branding my breath instead,
a claim to the cartography of my body. Here is what I have
learned from years of your sieges: sing,
because the quiet leaves toothmarks.
Now exhale. Let your breath fog the glass,
droop in mottled folds of skin. Your next inhale
will be sodden. By Chloe Prasetya Biography: Chloe Prasetya is a rising senior attending an international high school in Singapore. She is editor of a literary magazine at her school and writes poetry that draws on her Southeast Asian heritage, seeking to process emotions which are difficult to articulate and histories that go unacknowledged. Writing poetry has become an avenue for her to explore her heritage in all its grittiness and search for closure in the depths of memory. | | | |
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