a rust a rose | Terri Ann Quan Sing

a rust a rose

a must bare mess;


a loam a clump

to eat and drag


a warm eye

a bitter lather over-boiling;


a weight a water

soaking red right

through the gills.


an ear instead

of a fish for

my lover;


barbed hook in

the finger of

my backseat








Terri Ann Quan Sing is a writer living and working in Naarm. You can find her on twitter here.


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