A/N Okay here is an attempt at poetry. I do not normally do poetry in any shape or form but it seems like I have found an unexpected muse. That and it seems I am suffering from post-stress syndrome. After exams it seems like I have much more adrenaline than the average should have. I guess I should find an outlet. 8P
Disclaimer- I do not own Naruto.
Dusting:
Each morning I wrote my name
On the dusty furniture in our small apartment
On the dining room table I scrawled my name
Inside the cabinets I practiced my signature
All the while mother followed
Squirting her cleaners onto a dirty rag
She erased my names and fingerprints
From the bookshelf, and the rockers
Destroyed my name on the mirrors
My alphabet was swallowed into her rag
Whole empires dedicated to my existence were eaten
Would I disappear so easily?
The precariously scrawled signatures all disappeared
At the hand of her rag and cleaners
But no matter how much she cleaned
I would not let the signs be true
I would not become like her
Anonymous
A/N Was that too vague? I was trying to think of a reason that Tenten would want to become a kunoichi. But then again while studying late into the night much of my awareness sort of wandered off and created this. Flames are accepted. Critiquing is greatly appreciated. Read and Review