Rebecca's Hate Letter Poem by Kristine Ong
Muslim, Art by Sunny Williams
![]() Mouths are sockets for curses so I spread your mud thin with my unspoken words. You are clay, and I am the mouth that spits you loam-red into a brittle bowl of instabilities. You are frost, and I am the thaw that returns your fullness to the earth. Dream-stirred, you wake up with a fever. The throbbing in your temples is the scream of the years. I am the first layer of darkness you shall see when you blink your eyes shut. |