A/N: I know fuck all about poetry, but I've never let my ignorance of something stop me from making it everyone else's problem, so here we are.
This is a bit different from the other chapters in that there's no prose or narrative. The prompt is this: Imagine the CoT characters (specifically three of them since I didn't want to write any more poems) were given homework to write a poem of their choosing for like... highschool or something. That's what this is. They are poems written the way I think these characters would write them, in the style I think they'd chose.
As such, Niss' is a Villanelle because she wanted to flex, Barry's is just whatever came to mind to him and Metchi's is basically free verse.
Like I said, this is practically the first time I read poetry, so if that turns you off then feel more than free to ignore this. For those who don't, hope you enjoy!
Poetry assignment: Inyssa Dawn
Name of the poem: Caesura
Blood-soaked ashes, blood-soaked snow. Child of none.
Dragged lifeless up her sought slippery slope.
She looks down on all, like she's always done.
A lighthouse sinks and wears out like a stone,
its black-lit fog obscured, devoid of hope.
She looks down on all, like she's always done.
The queen of ash is but a scarecrow's bones.
Strung by her scorn, the most effective rope.
Blood-soaked ashes, blood-soaked snow. Child of none.
Her fingers thrum cold down my collarbone,
A ghost of touch that clamps and scars and chokes.
She looks down on all, like she's always done.
I've earned the right to say: 'Enjoy your throne',
though it's a rather petty way to cope.
Blood-soaked ashes, blood-soaked snow. Child of none.
You've left me twice, how could you still atone?
With blood and ash and kindled flame, you hoped.
Blood-soaked ashes, blood-soaked snow. Child of none.
She looks down on all, like she's always done.
Poetry assignment: Barry Paladino
Name of the poem: Juice zone
I see your face
And feel confused
'Cause I can't place
What mask you use.
But that's okay
Just gotta smile
And make you say
You'll stay a while
It takes a few
To figure out
When I hang out
With someone new
I see your face
And feel confused
But that's okay
Here have some juice
Poetry assignment: Metchi Hayworth
Name of the poem: There's a dick metaphor here if you look hard enough I think
I think
There's a saying dad used to like.
I could recall it once
But now it's static in my tongue, like a nest of dead ants.
I hum
This song I'm pretty sure I know.
Played in the background of my first kiss or
Maybe it was first fuck?
Either way I'm all out of luck
The tune was catchy and the vibes were oh so fucking right
A shame the lyrics bled out through the night
How many 'It's alright' does it take to screw back a heart?
How many memories do you have to discard?
Burnt bridges glint in the distant bay.
A promise made is a promise held and a burden kept
To my dying breath
Though
I would not complain
If from wax to wane
The moon could light the way
Through ebb and flow
And land me gently in some distant shore
Last time I checked, the sun was meant to rise
Even just once
This paper boat is circling down the drain
I can't recall the last day without rain
I cover my head with a whiskey glass
They sip perfume with a plum from a hat
Heard it's some kinda joke
A real shame
I was not born with the sense of humor
How many times have I seen this before?
Their fucks and the lack of giving thereof
Until the ceiling starts to leak, that is
Like some karmic piss
From an angry god
A fucking hypocrite, I'm out here too
Never learned to take root
But just this time
I think I might
Hell is other people
But heaven's too pricey this time of year