Kusarigama
By Miss Kagura
I put my head down.
I think of a life I can't remember.
The rhythm of the chain calms my soul as I take it in one hand.
There was a girl. Her name was Sango.
I think of her.
My kusarigama sails through the air.
The chain relaxes; the blade has hit its mark.
I am Kohaku.
My target turns to me.
I think of a life I can't remember.
"How can you do this?" His eyes ask as he falls to his death.
There was a girl. Her Name was Sango.
I think of her.
My shaking hand pulls the chain back.
A voice tells me my job is far from being done.
I am Naraku's.
The chain sings again.
My mind is completely empty now.
I feel blood splatter on my face, and I don't care anymore.
There was a girl. She no longer has a name.
I think of her.
The bloody blade returns to my hand.
I exist only to kill for the one I belong to.
I am the Reaper.
My job is finally done.
My mind is completely filled with hate.
The ground is littered with bodies and I turn away from them.
There was a girl. I hate her.
She must die.
My kusarigama waits at my side.
It is my slave, and only I command it.
I am death.
Naraku sends me to her.
Her name is strangely familiar to me.
She foolishly trusts me, and the chain cries for her for a moment.
There was a girl. Her name was Sango.
She has died.
I suddenly remember her face.
My soul finally shatters beyond any hope.
I want to die.
The rhythm is different.
I think of all the lives I have destroyed.
The kusarigama descends into my back; it hurts more than I thought.
There was a girl. Her name was Sango.
I killed her.
The deadly tip of my blade sets me free.
I hear the shard hit the cold floor.
I am Kohaku again.
Author's note: This is the first piece of poetry I have ever written by choice. If you have any comments or suggestions about it, I would greatly appreciate it.