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Jocelyn Ng

Jocelyn Ng

D R I P //

 

 

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He burned the title priestess
and carved me a witch.
Buried my limbs
cross hatched stitch on lips
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History has a way of burning
memory at the stake.
I don't rise from the ashes
I am chaos crawling awake
.

He was once bruised knee prayers
and begging for rain.
Now he stole an oasis
and buried my name.
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Does the moon remember
how holy we once were?
Are we in cycles of violence
made myth by iron mouths?
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We womyn don't bleed blood
We drip memory.
Every time things escape
my body
I am a spill away
from becoming ocean.
.
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Photographer: Shane Sasak

 

Poem by: Jocelyn Kapumealani Ng

SFX make up & Creative direction: Jocelyn Kapumealani Ng
Inspired by: “Resurfacing” by Sloane Leong

www.jocelynngpoetry.com

 

 

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Katana

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