Nobel Shut Chan

Villainess

I could not tell the time or place 

The stare that holds a ringing bell

The blur of such a pretty face

Your hands were spiced with fire and mace

A burning touch and then I fell

I could not tell the time or place

The fingers down my dainty lace

You drew the secret from the well

The blur of such a pretty face

The chains that bound were loving-made

I counted days in prison cells

I could not tell the time or place

And even when the bruises shaped

You smiled and cast again the spell

The blur of such a pretty face

They take me in the winter day

They ask me things I cannot tell

I could not tell the time or place

The blur of such a pretty face

About Nobel

Nobel Shut Chan is a junior at Boston University, studying English and Deaf Studies. Hailing from Hong Kong, her work has been published in magazines such as burn, The Beacon, and Applause. In her spare time she loves to read, write, and play the ukulele. She hopes to continue writing poetry and short stories in the future.