There's a tiny piece of silver on this page of this book I'm reading
I tear it from the page carefully
and stash it away
Later I melt it
I spread it on the back of this sheet of glass
I see a glimmer in your mouth
You spit another shiny scrap at me
It's mine now
It's silver, I need it
There's another, bigger piece in your head
mixed with so much else that isn't silver
I should go to work with a scalpel and chisel
I'm sorry, I know that would hurt
I'll wait, maybe it'll make its way to your mouth
Another little scrap on the television screen
So hard to separate from the other substances
So hard to get any pure silver these days
But I work hard
I've worked at it as long as I remember
But I expect to live long yet
So I have hope
The sheet of glass is waiting
One day I'll have enough silver
One day I'll make a whole mirror
straight and clear
and big enough
as big as me
(Almost) first time in my life that I'm writing a poem. No idea what I'm doing, but hey, I guess no backing out now - I'll submit it to the Literature Club. I hope Yuri and Monika will like it!
AN: Yeah, I'm not very fond of poetry, and I don't write it. But playing Doki Doki will do things like this to you.