An Alphabetical Suicide
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G is for Glimmering Glass
Ichigo hated the windows in his small room
They always shone so bright, the sun reflecting off them
Ichigo hated the way the bars on his windows made lines across the ground
Across his face if he looked close enough.
Ichigo waited to not be alone anymore
In this room, with the glimmering glass windows
That made the shining sting of the sun hit his features
The glimmer of the glass was blinding, every morning it woke him
Every afternoon it disrupted him
But at night, he was safe at night.
Hichigo came at night, and held him close and tight
Sang him lullabies, told him they'd be together again.
Ichigo hated the glimmering glass
It only reminded him that he had to wait for the touches
Ichigo hated the windows in his small room
They were small, the bars on them deep black.
The glimmer of the glass was blinding.
It woke him in the morning
It burned him in the afternoon
But at night, he was safe at night.
With the skinny pale arms around his waist
A sickly smile on a sickly pale face
Slowly assuring him
'We'll be together again soon, just go to sleep I'll see you after noon.'
So Ichigo closed his eyes
And Ichigo waited for the stupid surprise
Of meds in the morning
And the burning sun in his eyes
Ichigo hated the windows in the room
And the forever there
Glimmering glass
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