by Seungmin K., 16
Hanging from thin white wires
He sways back and forth as I watch
I wish he’d fall to the ground and
Let me be the one to fly
With rows of his toy pieces
Illuminated by his own power
I am simply the gaps between him
For I am never prized above
I only step further away from others
As the world basks in his glory
I am forgotten in the corners of his kingdom
Holding all the cards but no turn to play
But what if I was the important one
What if I didn’t have to hide away
When he came knocking on my doorstep?
What if I was, well, him I guess
Hong Kong
Bridge Ink 