note Part Six of the 6 am Angst Spree.
Warnings: language
Characters: Narumi Anjo, Yuka Azumi (Yukihara)
engourdi
dear, I apologize if my naked feet treat your grave as a canvas
they say that the
greatest tragedy that
one could ever live would
be when the person
that you'd take the bullet for
is behind the trigger but
I step on the blades of grass
with bare bloodied feet
and my hands course
their way on the smooth gray stone
lined with tulips and roses
and forget me nots
and melted candles
and trash and dirt -
and the carvings feel like dug-up treasures under my fingers
or a word spelled out
on the grainy sand along
the shores that we used to
trudge along
and the letters are as familiar
as the hitched breaths that I
took when they lowered you
into the ground
but they are beautiful, so beautiful
because your name dangles
on the tips of my tongue.
dear, I apologize
if my naked feet
treat your grave as a canvas
and if the crimson smeared
across your name may seem
like a disgrace;
understand this, though -
I have come to visit you
to tell you that I love you
(I know that you know it)
and that the people who
said that "the greatest
tragedy that one could ever
live would be when the
person that you'd take the bullet for is behind the trigger"
are wrong. they're incorrect,
delusional,
fucked-up in their own naive
fictional world
because it's more tragic to see
that the person you'd willingly take the bullet to the head
or heart for,
((the woman you'd gladly
die for))
already has a knife
through her warm insides
and is already
dead