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water in my lungs

Esther Kuok May Yan (writer), Sharon Huang Liang (graphics)

<p>i wrote my name in the shores of your palms, over and over<br /> each time the ocean washed it out, a message<br /> she would soon turn into a lesson.</p>

Creative

you are
the feeling when i hover
between water and air, my mouth,

the bridge between
never-ending horizons

a personal gateway to somewhere beyond heaven and hell

suspension.

you make sinking feel like rising
and so i search for you
in places i shouldn’t be

the saltwater kisses my lungs repeatedly, ebbing tides of “i love
you”s
over and over again, my tears, they leave my body and
return faithfully like a scorned lover who loves more than
scorns, i don’t know
whose fluid breath it is that i inhale, mine or
mother nature’s…

is there even a difference?

i never felt like anything
but everything whenever
i was with you.

drowning.

and you wonder why my personal definition of
love is pain.

how can water in my lungs feel like fire?
how can breathing feel like burning?
how can dying feel like flying?

loving.

you are the edge at
which i stand,
the very
brim

of my insanity

yet
it makes the most sense here.

i wrote my name in the shores of your palms, over and over
each time the ocean washed it out, a message
she would soon turn into a lesson.

you are

the fine line of death,