(Small assignment for voice work in the previous assignment. Thought it would be good for me to revisit and think about this once again. Might have a different version by the end of the year.)
The FMSR brought faded ghosts to Singapore.
My skin – the mountain of my being – was Block 422.
The Singapore river is the blood running through my veins.
My ancestor has a name too sacred for the undeserving to know.
Christina – Mother of rain clouds and
Vincent – Father of soundless rain.
Dawn – the invisible sun.