i have never seen myself in the mirror
the mirror i used to tear up under my mum's floor
i have never been liking petrichor
petrichor that always causes my nose bleeding
i have never been to my uncle Whitford's since July
the small house which i spent my childhood to hear the people's lie
i have never seen my backyard in months
the one that i used to plant my aunt's wounds
i guess my mirror is dusty now
it must be full of my dead skin since i was sixteen
i guess petrichor is still the same as what i thought before
it must be full of my mum's rancor
i guess uncle Whitford still doing fishing
as if he must be forgotten about everything
and i guess my backyard has become cemetery
it must be full of my family's misery.
(Jan 9)
