KALEIDO ZINE

You gave me this knife and told me to cut.
So I did, red lines carving over my skin in a semblance of
Your name, your name.
Maybe only then could you see yourself reflected in my wounds
You are the hurt I bear. This blade rotten and rusted with
A million words unsaid
You are a fish without the ocean and I am not your sea, only
The old man who couldn’t hold you any longer. I cannot bear to see your gilded gills
Opening and closing
Like bloodshot eyes.

Keiyi is an avid reader who enjoys writing in her free time. She runs two publications on Substack, mainly “overthink it.” and “The Uncanny Poetry Club”, and her poems have been published in Paloma Magazine and Bread and Butter Magazine.