Neverland
by Lauren Cho
They told us:
bedtime stories
are important
for children to dream
happily.
So, I dreamed:
cold iron rust nausea
the swelling current
and I grasped
at chains of ancestry
but they
decayed perished crumbled
in my crimsoned hands.
My blood was
lighter
than the water
around me—
my dreams were not.
The river
enclosed
my throat,
my windpipe,
putrescent
birds of paradise
smothering
me as they watched—
I sank
beneath the surface,
next to my 215* brothers and sisters.
They watched us rise
to the top in a lotus
painted in feathers
and stripes and stars,
our rebirth,
a putrid celebration.
*The number of indigenous children found buried at an unmarked, mass grave at a former residential school in Canada.
About the Author
Lauren Hyunseo Cho is a student living in Seoul, South Korea (pronouns: she/her). She has her poems forthcoming, pending on editorial review, or published in CrashTest Magazine, Teen Ink, Ice Lolly Review, LiveWire, Cathartic Youth Magazine, and more. She is interested in issues of multicultural advocacy, feminism, and philosophy. Her love for writing serves to produce poems and stories of her take on these ideas.