Languid clouds drift by in a fever dream's haze, unmoved by imminent trouble brewing overhead, anxiety casting shadows on our pale, upturned faces Below, cardamom pods three lone messengers release fragrant whispers of a bygone era when innocence abounded, unquestioned. I awoke from a foggy dream crudely imitating memory, unwelcome specters from my past infiltrating fortresses erected to withstand any disturbance This damp unease seems to permeate my being at odd intervals, too often coinciding with this foreboding I have inadequately prepared for
Melody Wang (she/her) currently resides in sunny Southern California with her dear husband. In her free time, she dabbles in piano composition and enjoys hiking, baking, and playing with her dogs.
South Broadway Ghost Society 