Red Light

By Lydia Lim

biting through the cotton and 

drawing blood. red light, baby, it's a 

red flag; he's a hit-and-run guy with 

bright lights in his mind, drunk on 

love lost and lost liquor, sipping 

whiskey with the breath of a

faded out flame, blanching blasphemy 

while taut, and weightless, lifting 

luck through a sieve. red blood, baby, it's 

a brutal scene. don't you ever 

stop, and think? you can't grow up if 

you continue clutching onto 

youth, straining at the seams. so suck 

the red, baby, lick it from his lips, 

neon lights flashing as the red blinks.

By Lydia Lim