2024-01-04

poetry/h/haru.txt

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+Haru
+2020-12-08
+
+***
+
+the entirety of the heavens
+all spinning through the darkened sky
+so visible since the lockdown began
+severed from car lamps and street lights
+
+not that it is safe to saunter
+through these shadowy streets alone
+so I barricade myself in the first room I can find
+and watch pedestrians' computer screens glow
+
+an ocean of potential portals to Hell
+retrofitted with keyboards and such
+I can't be the only one responsible for this mess:
+the burden would simply be too much
+
+I scour my inner regions raw in the shower
+to punish myself for feeling
+and then, come blood, curse my land
+not given time for healing
+
+this crimson flower that graces my shoulder
+seeks out the rivers that run in my veins,
+the opening to Yomi that feeds off my pain,
+convinced I won't live long enough to grow older
+
+had I existed a thousand years
+earlier, these fingers might have been
+spent weaving reams of fabric, worked
+to the bone, to the point of tears
+
+but a clock hails above me, ticking down to nil
+if only I had batteries so my purpose I could fulfill
+
+***
+
+CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander