Fragments of Sangsang

by Jooha Roh

chapter i.

the girl eagerly opens the glitter-coated teal pages of—

stories,

unraveling from a thread of a single defining moment,

woven over time into an intricate tapestry

ii. her story,

a collection of dragon scales

like obsidian shards,

they are

her kingdom, her world,

her Sangsang

iii. Sangsang,

words strung together

peeling back naked layers

of mundane thoughts

a world of what-ifs

like a constellation adrift in the

night sky—

an extraordinary dream

guiding through the stars

iv. dreams,

a soft rebellion against reality

whispers of stardust drifting apart

like fleeting promises—

—xvi. Sangsang,

not meant to be chased—

iv. dreams,

a tender embrace

under the moonlit gaze—

—viii. Sangsang,

doesn’t fit

shouldn’t fit—

viii. dreams,

shattering

blood leaking from her broken heart—

v. Sangsang,

nagging words

clinging to her flesh

burning and clawing

vi. dreams,

torn apart

like fractured glassy orbs,

it is impossible

to see the light

anymore—

vii. Sangsang,

figments of ribs

plant themselves

as it stitches up her ripped pulse

stories,

they unravel from a thread of a single defining moment

woven over time into a delicate dream

chapter i.

beginning—

I eagerly open the glitter-coated teal pages of—

my story

*Sangsang is a Korean term for ‘imagination’