Let me go to Shanghai, and on all the elevators.
Eating soup with fungi, and the eyes of alligators.
I don’t know what I’m drinking, but I’m sprinting through red and gold.
What the hell was I thinking? I’ve woke up in the bitter cold.
I don’t understand the signs, but they excite me.
I want to understand the whispers in the corners.
Dance in the dragon smoke, and not having to choke…
Finding temples to climb, is this reality?
Ancient traditions are still relevant as adverts come and go.
A thousand solutions to a million problems I didn’t know I had.
About the Creator
Chloe Gilholy
I live in Oxfordshire. Visited 20+ countries. I've written a couple of poetry books and also published a dystopian novel called Game of Mass Destruction and a horror novella called Heavenly Seas.
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