By Morning

Your hands caress walls caked in blood from a wounded face even the drapes can’t hide. The intimacy is bothersome. There will be no tomb for the body and so the flesh will continue to strip away. Catch the flaring pieces as they draw stains on your skin. A palette of raw crimson. The paints wrinkling. Admire the craft, while still knowing that the true treasure lies underneath. A butcher, and in his hands a blade.

Adam Zhou has been recognized by the Scholastic Art & Writing Awards at the National Level and his works have appeared in The Rising Phoenix Review, What Rough Beast, The Kill List Chronicles, and Glass Kite Anthology. As a high school sophomore at the International School Manila, he has been subject to the wide array of exhibitions cultural perspectives have to offer and aims to share these through writing.

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