The McKinley Review Magazine


By: Michael Jee | Posted on: March 2018 

I don't know what happens          

after death,

Whether you leave

your body like a molting crab,

unhoused              from your shell,

Or you drown in an endless,

lifeless, colorless space,

which is as dull as the concrete rooms    

that come out in breakout games:

dimly lit, gray, yet spotless.

Maybe you stay among the living as a

ghost, drifting through cities,       

your old home, the apartment unit

you have grown fond of,

where you will stand

in front of the door, looking

for your keys                  you left

           with your old self.

Michael Jee is currently a freshman at the International School of Manila. His works have previously been recognised by the Scholastic Art and Writing Awards, and the Bow Seat Ocean Awareness Writing Competition.