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to the Man on the Moon
WRITTEN BY EMILY PENG
i want to fingerprint my bloodstained
hands on your cheek
tender
brushstrokes of red: bleeding
but never bruising, a blooming sunset
painted in your left dimple
smile for me
as i brand a curved dagger into her
left thigh, chanting ‘i am god’ because
when i can’t have you, i can have
everything.
build me a bridge across the dark &
cast your light into crimson that gushes
from her lifeless body
to be with you, i must drown
a god & be shaken awake by a pathetic
little boy.
I am a 17 year old Canadian-American-Chinese high school junior, a lover of dog memes & an amateur singer. My mind churns on fluttering bits of poetry & prose, forever searching for a permanence within my words. The road to immortality still stretches before me, but I'm pleased to have finally started the journey.
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