my mother asked me whether I'm going to marry you, he tells me over the phone.
oh, I reply, caught a little off guard. and what did you say?
it seems impossible, but I can hear him smile.
I told her yes.
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(liar.)
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catharsis.
Poetrythe only demons I have the power to exorcise are my own. ✧ ©2018 Phoebe Cheong. All Rights Reserved.