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Chloe Gilholy·March 12, 2021

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Lady of Acid

written by: Chloe Gilholy

Hajimemashite!
I’m the Lady of Acid.
Here you go, have some Prima Donna oddity,
Because it makes up for my lack of sanity.

Come on in.
Take your shoes off.
Make yourself at home;
You’re just in time for lunch.

Sweet leaf and goldfish:
What an odd dish indeed.
It’s okay, cause vibrating tea
Makes everything so yummy.

Invaders are digging…
Every box with a pearl.
I promise, Mr Officer:
I had no coke!

Please be gentle with me,
I have nothing to hide…
Now don’t be so alarmed.
I have a funny feeling
That your milk bottle’s going to explode!

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Chloe Gilholy

Chloe Gilholy is a healthcare worker from Oxfordshire. She has 10 books published and hundreds of poems, short stories and reviews on the web. Her most recent novel is the dystopian sci-fi, Game of Mass Destruction.

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Suman Pokhrel is a Nepali poet, lyricist, playwright, translator, and artist. He debuted in 1999 with a poetry collection and has since published works, including translations of Shakespeare and global poets. His poems are translated into many languages and taught across South Asia. A two-time SAARC Literary Awardee, he also received Asia’s Inspiring Poet Award and was named Author of the Month by Spillwords in June 2023. Beyond literature, he works as a freelance consultant in socio-economic research, rural development, entrepreneurial development and creative writing. He began his career in Nepal’s civil service and later worked with international NGOs. He holds degrees in Science, Law, Business Administration, and Economics.

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