If you swipe the calendar
Roll the dice to 18 – 3 – 18
Cut its day’s wrist, there you’ll find
the fourteen-year-old version of me
cursing for another living year
Be not surprised by my purple thorns
the thoughts of death had grown
into a monument of piled masks
Spell the mantra every reveal, still
My villain regenerated
as it reflected resistance
to the last page
Switch my body night
Paint my heart obscure
Scar my skin slanted red
The devil hid me and had fused
confused me about my identity.
Author: Agnes Seraphine
Editor: Sitti Aminah Intan Utami, Vonna Meisya Saputra (QC)
Illustrator: Angelita Dayang Diva