Hey guys! Welcome to the third chapter of "Corpse Party Poetry"! This poem is dedicated to the one and only Yuka Mochida, who is probably the most adorable eighth grader you'll ever see. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy!
Yuka's P.O.V.
"Big brother!"
My brother's hugs
are the best.
His hands are
two white doves,
soaring through the air
and are always soft.
He'd never
leave me out or
abandon me.
Right?
"Big brother!"
The charm
we performed
backfired.
I screamed
and held his hand
every time
an earthquake hit.
I had to pee,
but I could hold it.
Right?
"Big brother!"
We found
a whole new wing
in the building.
He said that
he'd wait for me
while I went
to the restroom.
I know that
he wouldn't leave
without me.
Right?
"Big brother!"
A boy found me;
he seemed
really nice.
I looked inside
a classroom and then
I heard someone talking,
a stabbing noise,
a loud thud.
This guy wasn't a killer.
Right?
"Big brother!"
I can outrun
this psychopath, I can.
Right?
The rest of this paper is soaked in dried blood to thick to read.
Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! I figured that in typical "Corpse Party" fashion, I should leave out Yuka's fate and just write that the rest of the poem was too covered in blood to read. Anyways, if you are enjoying reading this series as much as I am writing it, please give me a R&R (by now you should know what it means, so I'm going to quit explaining it). Anyways, have a great day/morning/afternoon/night and I will see you in the next chapter!
