A/N: Written for the Diversity Writing Challenge, f1 - a poetry collection, and for the Digimon Battle Spirit: the Challenge, match 1.2 (Renamon vs. Terriermon). Prompts in this poem: #008 - bubble, #013 - lamentable, #014 - heartbreaking, #064 - closed, #065 - selective.
mache garden
2: ripples
His footsteps leave ripples in the water
and prints in the mud, but far too late:
the cement's already been poured
and fate is sealed. The coffin lid is closed
and not even the blade he wields
that clips bird wings
can open it.
He holds a blade, not a key
and he can't fit it into the lock;
he can't pick the lock.
That moment, that miracle
is gone like the ripples that fade away
and his regret stays, imprinted
on the mud.
