Little Pieces of Revenge

4 May, 2026

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A woman with long dark hair looks directly at the camera, touching her cheek which has streaks of red, resembling blood.

Little pieces of revenge in my pocket
It cuts through my skin
It cuts through my heart where I feel nothing at all

Little pieces of icicles
There’s frost on my eyelashes
There’s frost on my skin
There’s frost on my fingertips where I touch you before I sleep

I’m not over you no matter what I do

Little flames of misery
It burns in my eye
It burns on my hand
It burns on my tongue where I lick you before I sleep

Little drops of melancholy
It drowns out my sun
It drowns out my soul
It drowns me,
It drowns me before I sleep

I’m not over you no matter what I do

It doesn’t matter if I held you head
above the water
It doesn’t matter if I brought you a
warm woollen coat
You’re still cold
And I always lose to you

Author

Written by

Aileen Alonzo-Hayward

Aileen is a second-generation, Hong Kong-born Filipino migrant. Her parents came to Hong Kong as domestic workers from the Philippines in the late 1970s, to escape poverty and look for a better life. After working in the finance sector for over a decade, she found her passion in music, and in 2013, landed her current position as radio presenter/producer for Pinoy Life in HK, a multi-award winning show on Radio Television Hong Kong (RTHK Radio3). She is also Co-founder of Pangyao.