A/N: A little poem about Suzu. It contains spoilers for episode 7, so don't read if you haven't gotten that far yet!


Decades pass in the blink of an eye

Technology makes leaps and bounds

The world changes constantly

And she can never change with it

She checks her face for wrinkles at times

Searches her skin for tan spots

She has such a painful sense of humor

Friends hunch and wither while she stays firm

They leave her behind every time

She strives not to get close to anyone

But isolation cuts as deep as loss

A silver of her rejoices when Kouko fails

Before she can worm her way into her heart

Although the empty bed beside hers

Paints a rather bleak picture

She idly wonders if anyone in her class

Wishes to drink from the fountain of youth

She entertains herself with the absurdity of the thought

And casually mourns that she's too jaded to cry

Over the fact that she would trade her endless youth

For hair that greys

Faster than the blast of an exploding collar

Can turn a throat to pink mist