Tag Archives: Nicholas Y. B. Wong

That word In our blood A sour heartache Bestowed by editors Known as God In our career Is a word we Refuse to hear Like it or not The word forever lingers In our breaths Stinks our corneas Lives at … Continue reading →

she grasped his palm placed it before her his blue eyes glistened between the fingers identical human curios then she told him a story some people have gaps between their fingers some don’t those who don’t marry the one they … Continue reading →

Don’t be afraid of the human flesh – it’s edible. A drunken corpse, a deserted flat, a slaughter. The couch stands, breathes and does nothing else. Filthy air brews footless worms from the body to devour the same body. Eyeballs … Continue reading →

My ex-lover accused me of twisting his words and I said not my fault. I put the blame, as naturally as breathing, on my sister, who invented a silly game one insipid night in Tokyo. In the mellow yellow hotel … Continue reading →