Xiuyan (Dora) Lin '23
Art by Xiyuan(Dora) Lin '23
Amma, I apologize—
Baba had let go, and I
Couldn’t go on. There, amidst
Despair and hope, soaked in the
Eerie air, laid the body I had killed,
Faceless in the dirt,
Gaunt figure swaying in the wind,
Her eyes were no longer obsidians,
Idly she laid, as if she was
Just sleeping; as if she had never been
Lord’s wisps of cloud mirrored
My blood with parades of gunshots, till
No more tears were left to cry.
Our world shattered, like when we chose to
Pursue our destiny.
Roared when I held her hand,
Still warm at that moment,
Trembling, burning from being too close to
Utopia. She laid there,
Veiled in splattered dreams, no longer
Waving our flags on our torn
Xebec, blinded by sirens in the melancholy fog.
You laid there, till I realized that all I buried were the
Zillions of dreams I had; that you were me, Amma.