The Hangover

Olivia Wong

(she/her)

Instagram: @liv.r.wong

My name is Olivia Wong and I am 23 years old. I grew up in Brisbane (Turrabal country) and am an aspiring writer. I started writing just for myself, on a purely therapeutic level, but soon found my flow and writing style in the form of a lyrical free verse. Introspection has always nurtured and plagued me of a sorts, which explains me as a psychology student as well, but I found writing poetry was not only liberating but also extraordinarily satisfying to physically see the beauty of my thoughts. I love to explore themes of love and sexuality because so often, they are the strongest and most universal of emotions. I am passionate about mental health and in my writing, I hope to make people feel seen and validated, in the tiniest of moments that I know we all share throughout our lifetime, and make us all feel a little less alone in our heads.

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The Hangover

We ponder ‘til the meaning leaves

And walks right into purgatory

Lost into the maze of thoughts

We weave into an allegory.

But we are thieves,

We wonder til the morning grieves

And think we are expository.

We answer which that cannot be,

Like what is love

And who is me

To find life’s overbearing hug

That warms you up

And holds you smug.

But we just want things to believe

Cos’ we cannot hold what we cannot see.

Meaning found in leaves that fall,

In eyes that twitch

And words recalled.

We rob ourselves of mind and time,

To mould the sky into a ball.

Before we know it, Sundays’ gone

In nauseous fog

And Monday’s call.