Cui Yuwei

Breaking Two Habits

I’ve been hooked on Two things since I was A middle school student Thing one: I bite my fingers Bit by bit Till the nails are jagged and The tips raw with Blood and flesh Whenever my hands are Idle …

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The streetlamp casts a dim light on the ground, like a train trailing behind. I’m now squatting down by a rocking horse, on whose back rides my daughter, hands firmly with the handles in a wanton ride. Her lips half …

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White Lotus Temple

It begins with a spark. The wind knows, slipping through the square-shaped mouth in dark-grey of a brick furnace. It’s breathing. Flying up. Bursting into shapeless flames. There are people, their eyes telling a sterile apathy, not going with their …

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