This is HomeJul 27, 20201 min readUpdated: Jul 18, 2021Written by Pinmada (Mye) Makornwattana, published on the Thai Enquirer
mirrorsI looked over to the walls of the room Nothing, nothing but mirrors. Mirrors reflecting me from every angle. My best, my worst, every...
identitywhite marks mask my nine-year-old skin from the itch that lingers after wearing my sa-bai lingers. golden earrings, ruby flower pins --...
undyingwhen i call upon the mischief that undulated beneath this undying land, under air sheathed with a foul taste of the flosses of flying,...
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