and the air tastes like rain. she’s sinking

knee deep, something of a maiden in a field.

something of jade-green eyes. any dreamer

would corrode and dissolve to worship her.

i would throw myself to the wolves, splay

myself onto the fire. o queen of the dead. o

goddess of spring. the way her hair flows,

burnished and eternal, makes me want to

weep.

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Ivi Hua is an Asian-American writer, dreamer, and poet. A Best of the Net nominee, her work is published or forthcoming in Juven, [sub]liminal, and the Eunoia Review. In the summer of 2022, she attended the Adroit Journal’s Summer Mentorship as a Poetry mentee. You can find her @livia.writes.stories on Instagram.