a/n: I'll always be a frustrated poet.
This one's for naash. She asked if I could show some poetry of mine. I haven't written anything in months so this one's an amalgamation of lines from my drafts. I was imagining Neji's death scene while reveling in the emotions stirred by naash's "7 colors of the rainbow." Her fic kills me in the most beautiful way, so die with me.
epitaph
You recall yourself with him. Separating
stones from sand, blood from dirt – a game
you shared. Sometimes, you hear footfalls
alive, across the floorboard. You danced
with him. In the battlefield, once,
long ago, he held you. You dream
of his irises reflecting you. His wounds
you never saw as you bleed to sleep. Sunsets
greet you in his place and he remains
beneath the earth. He was the sky. The rain
tastes heavily on your tongue. Your eyes
fixed on the falling, palms upturned. His body,
too far for you to catch. He slipped
through your fingers, quicker than water.
...
("He was the sky" is triggered by 8ouji-Rui's "Sky" which you also need to read.
Reviews/concrits/violent reactions are greatly appreciated! )