Finish 

Forced myself through it,

the square into the circle. 

Is that all that it takes?

To sculpt myself into you?

I feel it: needle subverts

the skin. Dreaded word

latches to eardrum, 

underside of tongue. 

Inertia unbirths itself. 

Filed under: Original, Poetry

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A founding member of Singapore-based writing collective /stop@BadEndRhymes ("/s@ber"), Valen dwells in the swamp of poetry. He has been published in various publications, including Anxious Poets Society and Quarterly Literary Review Singapore. He has performed his work at the Arts House, the Singapore Art Museum, and in various dingy bars.

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