A/N: Oh look, more WIXOSS. I need to stop, but I won't! Never! Hahaha... okay I might eventually. Anyway, please read and review!
Challenge: Diversity Writing Challenge A12. Freeverse poetry
Falling.
Fall down.
All fall down, the opponents in their wake are always every other color but black. But she is black, blank, never forgetting, never being anything but her, anything but what matters, anything but, but, but-
Hers.
All hers. All theirs, the grey box with the opal, all of the sad, set things and she is the light.
The Girl of White.
So bright, so happy and bright because she doesn't know. She's supposed to be so-
Simple but she's not.
Complex, confusing like the mother, who is not supposed to hurt but does down deep because she doesn't really love, she just lones and longs and something is so very wrong and what is happening?
The cold is kind, cold snow, cold room, cold heart with so many windows that lead into space, help her, help mother see, why not see, why does she have to be black? Black absorbs warmth, black absorbs Ruko, please don't let go of my hand, come here Tama, together now.
No, we are apart because you're stuck in blackness and I am white. I am snow. I am quiet.
I am.
I am.
Yuki.