The Lump
Jinn Park | poetry
Swirling, twisting, snaking
Through the veins of the drains
It flows.
No longer mine.
Gasps fly out of my throat and another
Choke- des-per-ate
Thick curtain of
Circular red spotlight.
Swirling, twisting, snaking.
Slipping away.
He was mine.
Ours.
Chill of the toilet
Tears it away from me.
Big, white hole devouring
원, One
이 승호 / Visual Art
달걀을 깨어서 그릇에 담았을 때 그 노른자의 형태
는 '원'입니다. 그 후 노른자와 흰자를 섞었을 때, 그
들은 'one' 즉 하나가 됩니다.
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My baby.
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