life lately:
fridays narrowing in my vision,
then falling out of sight; midnight
snaking in and out between todays
and tomorrows; moments
becoming currency—do you have
a minute? spare me just a
second?—to be counted, folded
into pockets without another
glance; steadying breaths,
collecting shadows, staring at the
ceiling; I have nothing left to give;
pencil lines that cannot be erased;
moons turning too soon; forgetting,
forgetting, forgetting; existence but
not experience; present mistakes
for latent futures; questions best
left unanswered;
a sickening haze, a blur:
never ending.
Caroline Chou (she/her) is a writer from Maryland with a love for leitmotifs and magical realism. Her work has been recognized by the Scholastic Awards and published in The Aurora Journal and Aster Lit, among others. When she’s not writing, you can find her reading fantasy, playing golf, or doodling everywhere she shouldn’t.