Written by: Oriane Hong a new fervent and lethal thought on new year’s with an inner course of downstream tears, i carved my heartbeats on the page and added a tally to my blue age. i waved it all goodbye, the golden past on the stage— but it wasn’t my last. clawed stones, bustling alleys, a mirage sunset, windy loud bus rides in words i’ll never forget. a forerunning funeral march by candlelight, i lived by the moon and his distant presence at night. but then i left a mask i