Death Couldn’t Finish The Plague Because The Nightcap Is Cold

It is always the cheesecloth,
fictitious, under the wet sand
spoiling the black lake with a
Milky Way. Heliotrope is said
to present anxiety, decanting
metaphors. Akathisia instead
burns the lemon slice, thrice,
with soft linen strings pulling;
Dr. Castel ran out of supplies.
The opposite of caffeine runs
is suicide, illusions of choice
being the tea walk, or planks
inches off the rosary spheres
past the same body of water.
Brandy has a longer shelf life.

Iain Lim Jun Rui is a Mass Communications diploma graduate from Ngee Ann Polytechnic and an aspiring poet and filmmaker. He is a winner of the Love Poetry Competition (piece forthcoming in Love at the Gallery anthology) and finalist in the National Poetry Competition 2017 organised by Poetry Festival Singapore. He is published in the ASINGBOL anthology and SingPoWriMo 2016: The Anthology, and has upcoming works in SingPoWriMo 2017: The Anthology, The Utama Review and Twin Cities anthology.

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