confessional

light creeping in at throat

seams a distant familiarity

taken for value, small beige

flowers spilling over the table


briefly golden. there should

be a backstory to this, but


there isn’t. i could move thrice

for you into the pufferfish trap,

we could both fall under sea-

glass light, watching the sun,

sell away the salves we know

best as a rule, front door left

open, & tonight i wish i'd

taken the lemongrass to bed—


Ellisya Tan is a student from Singapore making her first foray into publication. When not writing, she can be found birdwatching, vibing to Ravel, or admiring other people's writing.

Ellisya Tan

Ellisya Tan is a student from Singapore making her first foray into publication. When not writing, she can be found birdwatching, vibing to Ravel, or admiring other people's writing.

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