/I was at that point in life when I was planning to run away from home, but an accident stopped me./

To be the wax on long wicks

Depression burns blue

No answer could extinguish

Except the tears we can't distinguish-

From us Youth in Asia.

Euthanasia

On the dog named Moon

Which my father used

to paint the zigzag roads

Of the Mountain City

Red

Fresh from church

On Sabbath Day

My head hit the car ceiling

his paws became our speedbump

black & white coat

Like this black & white world

Below a

Half Bloodmoon

Below are

Blood on our wheels

Like quick-turning circles of life

Passerbys imortalized

The Bloodmoon

the howling hound

our plate number

In their phones

Owner now crying with a gnawed leash on hand.

Moon now unmoving towards the dark night.

It was God's way of telling me

"Not so fast hound.".

Was when I realized:

Freedom could Kill.

Wax and wicks

Moon contained in a box

The tears that extinguished

My Youth in Asia.

I was unmoving.