Victoria Lam

Guarded is the heart,
when tenderness touches the surface,
as water sizzles as it burns.
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Temptation, addiction, sorrow, pain.
Darkness lifts as the light burns the tip
of my cigarette.
It folds like an envelope into the tunnel of tobacco,
...

Give me an egg for breakfast
that,
when I crack it,
pours forth a golden sphere
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And when the silver blade slices through my purple skin,
red smoke and trails of blood curl around my vision.
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Wrap a scarf of the purest silver
around her black curls.
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I am seduced every night,
as black paints over my white desk,
my stained carpet,
cloaking my closet in darkness.
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I try to write of happy things,
laying upon my bed, waiting
for the golden light of positivity
to wash across my mind,
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