This short poem is a companion piece to my story Watashi no "Oniisan." It depicts what's running through Sakura's head as she's tracking Itachi in chapter 5: promise. If you like this, please read and review WnO. I would love to get to 30 reviews. Arigatou gozaimasu ^^.
Disclaimer: Kishimoto-sensei owns Sakura and Itachi, but I own this poem.
In English, the title is My Disease.
Watashi no Byouki
This was suicide. She was crazy to be tracking an admitted murderer who had made it abundantly clear that he wanted nothing to do with her.
Was she chasing some insupportable intuition that he hid a wealth of love and compassion behind his reprehensible façade? Or did she simply refuse to let him have the last word?
She wished he were dead.
She hoped he wasn't hurt.
Conflicting emotions consumed her from the inside out.
Was this how he felt? It was fucking unbearable.
She was a cannibal and she quickly ate herself.
He was a disease and he slowly killed himself.
Itachi was her disease and he ate, ate, ate, ate, ate, ate, ate, ate, ate, ate, ate, ate, ate, ate, ate, ate, ate, ate, ate, ate, ate, ate, ate, ate, ate, ate, ate, ate, ate, ate, ate, ate, ate, ate, ate, ate, ate, ate, ate, ate, ate, ate, ate, ate, ate, ate, ate, ate, ate, ate, ate
away at her until there was nothing left.