Pandora's Ink Digital Magazine

Written by Vanessa Cheung from Hong Kong, China Dipped in honey, sweet, warm gold Tell me, tell me, why that’s so                        And if I move away, let my gaze turn cold,   Extinguishing our radiant light of old. Starlit lustre, tarnished time, Waxed poetic by the gods Reflects refulgent light–silvern swansdown shine– To shed my sins upon your altar stone. When your fingers brush over mine, Live electric light does arise; From lidded eyes, bereaved, comes a hymn of c

Written by Cindy Miao from Maryland, USA you’re wearing the yellow jacket your daughter lent you  despite her protests, you say, it’s my...

Written by Yusra Ali from London, United Kingdom   Life. Death.   The smallest space and the largest expanse of sand. Impermeable rubble- its shattered edges in my hand. Leaking and flowing   the smallest space to do nothing. Loneliness, Selfishness, in the pursuit of longevity. Last Tuesday’s orange with a mix of green   American Chai- the tea of soulless glass on the other side of the phone, screaming alone, alone alone.   A bright orange dot meandering with nowhere to go.

Written by Charlie Li It is sunset, and shadows stretch through the windows left ajar, approaching my back as softly as time slips through my hands.   Like fog, he quietly slithers under shut doors, without me noticing until he is everywhere. It is useless trying to impede his approach. He walks secretly behind me, pale illuminating his last sight of loneliness on every pedestrian's face, begging anyone for their acquaintance. His ghostly face, almost swallowed by night, gaze