Exchange Pain for Pain
Author's Note: Enjoy the poem and R&R.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to or of Made in Abyss.
Summary:
Stand back. For the Princess.
The wall was down, and through it the Princess passes back to the true Cradle that hatched her.
The membrane of transfiguration, you violated with your greatest desire.
Your golden homesickness, you drank yourselves mad and ate her siblings to outlast.
The womb – the hole – an unknowable pit in the child as magnetic as the Abyss itself.
You dug it larger, stealing every helpless baby.
Delving, while my mother's screams cursed you. They were impotent, because you'd already cursed yourselves.
Your longing tore her open and gave you what you wanted.
The feeling has always stabbed at you.
Like signals.
The proof on your forms. Your idealized bodies.
It hasn't been forgotten. It is poison in Faputa's bones, blood, and fur.
You are not forgiven.
Anger.
In the Abyss, only –
Abuse.
A strong desire.
Obsession.
Are immortal.
My mother can't speak anymore, so her last child cries with the collective memory.
The tears Irumyuui squeezed out for her lost children, which Vueko named each in punished exclusivity.
Existences cut short by food not devoured or Wazukyan's knife.
Deep down, in the pits of yourselves, in the pits of your souls.
The hell that you created for yourselves.
Your own Abyss.
This is what you've prayed for, to release your guilt.
She dreamed to enter. You hungered to leave.
Thanks to Reg, that consumption – she'll grind into you now.
I still remember you.
Eliminate.
Sosu.
