Hwang Hyunjin

On May 3, 2003, Hwang Hyunjin died.
This was his first death:
theoretical, empty and a bit
sad.
...
time for a walk in the morning at the behest of the father.
It's silent on Hyunjin Street
dragged an umbrella behind him. Hairpins in
hair jingled, and the dragon
on the cheek was shedding. Two ancient
collections: temporary tattoos
and accessories. Hyunjin is picky
poked the edge of the umbrella into the invasion
birds, sat near the machine
with carbonated drinks,
I went squirrel hunting and bought
hot chocolate in tins
banks. All his adventures
he was quietly roaring. His cry
rolled down my throat like a spool
for threads, and forced to pour
tears. He was so scared. No
lonely, not painful, but creepy, creepy
scary. For the first time in seventeen
years old. At six years old he twisted his leg,
In high school, his nose was broken,
to clean it up, a year ago he
managed to drown the heart and ribs
in blood, but he was never afraid. A
now he was clasping his palms between his knees
and hastily hid his fear from others.
Re-sewn, reassembled
teenager.