note So this is part one of my 6 am angst spree. If you tell me that it's peculiar, I'll only shrug because it's supposed to be peculiar, really. Post-time travel arc.
Characters: Ruka Nogi, Hotaru Imai
briar rose
(only she didn't wake up this time)
she's still.
you're still.
it could have been
a two-way silence
but you stare at her
with lost blue eyes
while she continues to play
dead and be lost
in a darkness of
her own.
you blink just
to assure yourself
that she is still there,
but the only things you see
are her shut lids
and pale lips.
sometimes you wonder
if she's briar rose:
for three hundred years
she will lie on
a hospital bed without
ever tossing or turning
until a prince draws his sword
and slashes the thorny vines that
envelop her sullen abode
and he will press his foreign mouth on hers
and the world will be alive again
and her cheeks will be stained
with the lovely color
that the roses in her backyard have;
but after three hundred days -
three hundred days, not years
you realize that she isn't briar rose,
she isn't princess aurora
because there is no prince to save her
and she will not wake up again.
so before they take her away
to the place six
feet under your feet
and lull her to sleep
with soft whispers and
white sheets,
you kiss her
(hoping that she'll find
her way back to you)
and in your lost blue eyes
she is briar rose,
but she didn't wake up
this time.
"Good night, Hotaru."