Between My Bleeding Lines’ Readers: Jade M. Wong

An Elegy For Them This poem… Is for the child Sprinting through the crimson streets Tripping over the last breaths Of her father For the mother Protecting her babies’ ears From the piercing shrieks that echo Long after the ashes settle For the thousands of eyes That look to the sky Through acid and smoke And never… Continue reading Between My Bleeding Lines’ Readers: Jade M. Wong