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The Last Time I Saw a 처녀귀신

Su Cho | Poetry

Fresh out of a first kiss
she drifted toward me
the doorframe shrinking
her red pepper lips catching
the dimmed light. I swear
this vision was just
a dream but here I am
thinking of my mother.
How she warned me
not to think of these maiden
ghosts because they were
the devil’s midnight brothels
but here I am—I am.