Confess tonight
Out of curiosity, I
drew a dot on the sofa,
which Mom said was worth $20,000.
I just wanted to test if
it really wouldn’t come off.
I was 5 and only knew how to hide.
15 years have gone by, ink faded, nobody else knows,
but that naughty girl shall confess to Mom
tonight!
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Healing congee
Stressed over busy schedules, I scolded at my mom.
My voice bounced around the room.
The air was heavy with unspoken words.
Sleepless night, a beam of light shone into my room.
The smell of pork bone congee was from the dimly lit kitchen.
It was salty and pasty, because of my mom’s tears.
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Poor family, poor me
Primary five
I scolded at my parents
Without knowledge of how they strive
For my raising
Meagre pay, looked down upon, cramped space
In public housing
Like a parasite lodging in a host
With poor nutrition
Twitching lips, pounding heart
Gone too extreme
How poor to have said that
File closed, grumbles subsided
Scars remained
Anonymous. MBBS2
A Dinner of Regret
Blood streaking on the floor,
Rice and veggies spilt with dread.
Tom grasping his hand in agony;
A shattered TV remote and fork dripping red.
The petrified me staring at him, lost and empty,
With the news still running but silent in my head.
If only, if only,
I didn’t fight for the remote instead.
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What else could I do?
Watching them screaming, losing self-control and rationality.
She left the room, but I knew things would not just end here.
I was right, she returned, and everything happened so fast, I heard a knife hitting the floor.
It was so close. In great panic he dialled his phone.
And I knew it was happening again.
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