Vanessa Li

  • Wolf Tooth

    Wolf Tooth

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    Four hundred pounds per square inch down on my right wrist. It tore through my skin and flesh breaking my bones.   Ripped tissues and muscles lay on shredded…

  • Moon Butterfly

    Moon Butterfly

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    Late, all those bloodied rabbits  crushing the butterfly’s wings.  Hurtful curses and words of bliss: Why?   Aren’t the Gods listening? Mushed wings on shredded ice… to have memories…

  • White Snake

    White Snake

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    The white snake encounters a scholar in a vibrant field. A sea of red engulfing his path. Petals of roses,  delicate and rare. In the pavilion,  the scholar tends…

  • Of Water

    Of Water

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    Underwater Amidst the school grounds  beneath dim twilight lamps,  I walked with my friends under the  radiance of a door ajar. While  they veered right, I pressed onward,  into the darkness.    A shadowy…

  • Soft Gold

    Soft Gold

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    Red: draped ‘round my neck. The tenderness, the itchiness. Beneath the midnight canvas whispered secrets; promises glimmered like celestial constellations. you gave me  soft gold.   Shearing, sorting, cleaning.…

  • Into Genocide

    Into Genocide

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    Understanding the psychology and philosophy of mass genocide and violence is crucial for developing effective strategies to prevent and respond to these tragedies. Such devastating events are perpetuated by…

  • Of Grief

    Of Grief

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    Desperately clutching a hope that proved false, face contorted into a smile like a  wilting lycoris as words landed  with a heavy blow to the gut…    Organs were…

  • Morning Orchestra

    Morning Orchestra

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    You sang a sonata of serenity. Each note a soft hum / kissed my eardrums. Morphed from the abyss of the night, where the stars shone so brilliantly, but…

  • Laced Rabbit

    Laced Rabbit

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      Our story begins with a kid named Noah Anderson. I am sorry to say: he was nobody special. He was just a child of a politician and a…

  • Limp Deer

    Limp Deer

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    Innocence: Bliss or Curse?   Content warning: Potentially dark themes.   She came home late again. Her arms and neck wore blue and purple like cheap jewellery. I still…