New poem: Yuzu
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| Yuzu | ||||
| 2023-04-25 | ||||
| 
 | ||||
| *** | ||||
| 
 | ||||
| It looks like | ||||
| you and I | ||||
| will be parting ways soon, | ||||
| Yuzu. | ||||
| 
 | ||||
| You saw me through both colleges | ||||
| in Hell | ||||
| and on that sunny hill, | ||||
| pushing through Fryer's Inferno | ||||
| under the gaze of a manager who told | ||||
| me to go kill myself all the way to this | ||||
| cubicle where I sit in terror's grip | ||||
| and not a moment less. | ||||
| 
 | ||||
| You witnessed my dysphoria peak, | ||||
| the first time Jett reached | ||||
| out a hand to raise me from the sheets | ||||
| even though then I did not yet know her name, | ||||
| chaotic blood's first fallout, the blame, | ||||
| escaping mid-night with every written work I could lay | ||||
| claim to. You knew me as Rinea, Ikky, Lucine, | ||||
| my legal name, my throwaways, Lethe. | ||||
| You saw me poke at the universe's edges, analyze | ||||
| myself under a microscope | ||||
| flipped around, freak out at every new surprise, | ||||
| its possibilities, its burdens, its fresh sorrow. | ||||
| 
 | ||||
| And what is the reward for this? A box | ||||
| in the mail from the carrier, | ||||
| packed up soft | ||||
| and tender | ||||
| and given to the nice lady at the post office. | ||||
| After that? Could be anywhere. | ||||
| Recycled and stripped for minerals | ||||
| or refurbished and sent to the other side of the world. | ||||
| Someone less fortunate who can't afford newer. | ||||
| I hope her soul shines | ||||
| bright | ||||
| like mine. | ||||
| I hope she's a girl | ||||
| in bitter need of a drastic life change. | ||||
| Who knows, maybe our paths will cross some day. | ||||
| 
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| *** | ||||
| 
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| CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander | ||||
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