FuyuA

    The last letter I got from my father was unfinished. I had always thought how could he have finished it when everything else came so abruptly.    The letter came with everything else on a bright sunny day. I remember helping my mother in the garden, our only joy in the past year, and remarking on how the birds had returned and how soon, the men would be returning as well.    Then he came, all dressed up in his uniform, forced smile, and stiff shoulders. It all became white noise after, "I'm sorry." When I came to, the door was closed and mother was clutching at my knees, face shiny and blank.    A cold medal dug into my palm. It was

Muffled chatter could be heard from behind the dinner hall where Jasper had dragged Rei out to. Rei stood leaning against the worn wood, eager to return to her meal. "Where were you last night?" Jasper asked. "Last night? I was practicing my archery." "I checked. You weren't at the range." the light from the window shadowed his features but she could hear the change in his tone. "That's not the only place to practice your honour." "I have a hard time believing you went hunting for animals, Rei." "Still targets only do so much. And I never said I was shooting animals." she sighed, "I was shooting at leaves." "Leaves. Are you sure?" "Wh

How difficult it is to stay sane. Every mistake, another regret. Always reliving this pain. No matter what I do, my brain will never let me forget. How difficult it is to stay sane. Countless nights I have lain contemplating ifs long after the game has set. Always reliving this pain. It all holds me back. Each another chain controlling my actions like a marionette. How difficult it is to stay sane. No matter how hard I try, I remain trapped in this negative mindset. Always reliving this pain. When all my efforts go down the drain, and you can't help but wish for a reset, how difficult it is to stay sane. Always reliving this

I shout but you, you're a brick wall. My throat is hoarse. You turn from my flags   for knives that bury in my heart and brain. Blood drips from my pangs of pain to paint your picture, your image. Red streaks to cover and erase the person I am and choose to be. You stitch without thread And we can't help but pick at the scabs. If you ever chose to listen instead of argue, you wouldn't have to wonder. You'd know that the tape cutter is sharper than our kitchen knives. You'd know that my bruises mean you rot my insides. You'd know that I laugh stuck on repeat even as the tears flow. You'd know that there's always a c

A yellow glow heats the clearing, the way a fire slowly warms an empty room, light shyly peeks through the leaves above swaying from entwined branches. Vibrant vitality, a green blanket that leaves lace-like shadows on the grassy floor a small shelter cultivated cleverly among soft whispers of history. A bittersweet lullaby. The resilient blades bend lazily, pushed by mischievous Zephyr who sneaks around the wizened trunks that surround this haven. Screams and shouts are subdued by the wall of green giants that have stood sentry for generations, and will remain for the years to come. A rain storm has torn away a couple branches and left, a s

Tragedy lingers Tossed aside, poor soul Made a mockery Frivolous by ignorance Same for all life? Invisible death Feathers hide not this pain Shocked discovery What truth behind this horror that life, is insignificant? Blood mars my vision Crow once tossed aside, moved. Cruelty really. Once, it breathed like you and I. What happened to rest in peace? Not pieces. Under a bush, middle of the road it's body abused. Boy takes photos while his friends jeer at the carcass. What if it were human?

Cried. Ripped. Sinned. For you. Happy?

    My fist clenches involuntarily as memories that have no right to surge up to the forefront of my find and swirl my emotions into turmoil. I have long since learned ruled my emotions well but the stimulant must be strong even in my subconscious mind. I guess I still remember....    The tormented screams torn from shredded flesh that would echo, and echo through the halls, torturing those in their time of rest. If only we could truly rest in peace. They wished to know all they could of the body and used us to do so. They started out simple, pokes and prods, and then they began to increase the intensity of their tests. It really wasn't tha

Envelop me. Take my mind, my sense of self Erase me and all my thoughts. These emotions. Send me elsewhere. Anywhere...but where SHE is. Keep that person away. Please. I beg only that. Release me from their tightening grasp. Unchain my mind so that I may finally forget these shackles. My wrists have long since gained deep grooves from my futile struggles to destroy this. This rotting bond that contaminates all that surrounds me. I try to adjust to adapt. Become better, and heal. To cut this rot out from my very soul. But this person always moves forward - closer. There is nothing behind me. Nothing left to hold me here. Nothing but a flimsy

Fires ignite... ...blood to brain. Stains.