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Written by Pinmada (Mye) Makornwattana, published on the Thai Enquirer


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mirrors

I looked over to the walls of the room Nothing, nothing but mirrors. Mirrors reflecting me from every angle. My best, my worst, every side… All so fragile. To what do I owe this dangerous world. This

identity

white marks mask my nine-year-old skin from the itch that lingers after wearing my sa-bai lingers. golden earrings, ruby flower pins -- the clothes my ancestors wore leave redness on my skin. the eye-

undying

when i call upon the mischief that undulated beneath this undying land, under air sheathed with a foul taste of the flosses of flying, cotton-candy stained with tar, saturated with disappointment and