Memory by Liang Yujing


I dreamed of a man

thrusting his way into my mind

ranting at my nostrils

his tongue was a machine gun

firing down through my throat

in just one second

my heart was bullet-riddled

my lungs dusty and my stomach

a ruined fortress

unprotected as I was

my land became his trophy

marching inside me, high and mighty

he hoisted the flag between my kidneys


revolted by his smugness

I got up for toilet

with a mere piss, I washed him away

in the flushing lavatory




Image by: Johnny Aimsworth