
Winter Yim (they/them) is an emerging writer originally from Massachusetts and currently based in New Jersey. Their writing covers themes such as home and belonging, identity, transformation, and invisibility.
why must you take
away the only
beauty? wielding
a machete, for petals
so delicate, as if
they were weeds,
or pests,
or dead
trees obsolete.
bold blooms
disappeared into
sour taupe shallow
graves. you took
from the bees.
you, look
at your mess.
you left cradles
of mangled stems.
count
the deaths, on that
afternoon in may.
what am I
to look at
now? my lap, with fish
flopping?
the neighbor’s
unused
parking lot?