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A review by midnightinkblot
Unexpected Vanilla by Lee Hyemi
4.0
Imagine the tinkling of bells and wind chimes. Now imagine it underwater. Now imagine you choking on your own bubbles. That's what unexpected vanilla is. 9.5/10.
Some of my favs:
"On nights I planted fog in every fingertip, I’d open the window like I was touching the foot of a drowned person" - Days of Humidity
LOSS OF LIGHT
On the day of the harvest ceremony I wanted to wash the bottom with melted snow and for my forehead to disappear forever
When I burned my lashes and offered the scent, dry bubbles rose inside my mouth, which was like experiencing the moon for the first time I believed that the day I sewed the wall with a needle tomorrow’s promise would be tied to the hand of the dead
There were four eyes looking at each other with black fabric between them
Inside a throat growing infinitely deeper
When I bury my face in the fading gaze, white birds flee to a thickening forest and my lover’s collar stains brightly Look at the gaze of the blind applause following me all the way into my dreams
I undo all my braids and let them get wet Until the eerie river flows and a ringing in someone’s ears echoes from elsewhere Until the frost fallen on my heart drips thick and dark
Some of my favs:
"On nights I planted fog in every fingertip, I’d open the window like I was touching the foot of a drowned person" - Days of Humidity
LOSS OF LIGHT
On the day of the harvest ceremony I wanted to wash the bottom with melted snow and for my forehead to disappear forever
When I burned my lashes and offered the scent, dry bubbles rose inside my mouth, which was like experiencing the moon for the first time I believed that the day I sewed the wall with a needle tomorrow’s promise would be tied to the hand of the dead
There were four eyes looking at each other with black fabric between them
Inside a throat growing infinitely deeper
When I bury my face in the fading gaze, white birds flee to a thickening forest and my lover’s collar stains brightly Look at the gaze of the blind applause following me all the way into my dreams
I undo all my braids and let them get wet Until the eerie river flows and a ringing in someone’s ears echoes from elsewhere Until the frost fallen on my heart drips thick and dark