沈める街 Shizumeru Machi

In a city soaked by sorrow’s tide,
Tears collect in secret ponds unseen,
Each drop a weight, a silent bruise,
Rivulets that snake through memory’s ravine.
They follow corridors to my room at night,
Dotting my solitude, whispering despair
And tomorrow, they will come again in flight,
Bright brine that tastes of brittle air.
The tears of the pond are carrying on, scattered, scattered in drops… up to my room… they’d be there tomorrow on.

Empty plates bear haunted remains,
Food turns foul in grief’s slow embrace,
Yet this tasteless feast becomes some strange salvation 
A cruel diet of loss, etched on my face.
Thank you… this is the best kind of diet.

I remember your blush at star-shaped carrots,
A sweet gesture in otherwise mundane days.
Once, I buried that warmth deep in my chest
Now, with quiet resolve, I bury the you I praised.
In memories of you blushing at my star-shaped carrots… I’m going to bury you now.

Night brings spectral justice 
Dreams stage my revenge,
Though I don’t ink it in my journal of wrath,
Each ironed crease of your shirt becomes a thread
I tug at, unraveling the kindness once dear.
I’d pay you back in my dreams… memories of you praising me… I’m going to execute you now.

The ponds swell, endlessly.
Drops multiply, relentless
Spreading from my chamber,
Through streets that tremble with every quiet lament.
Let the city drown in this ocean of tears,
Let the pavements buckle beneath salted weight,
Let every silent echo call your name
As these drops carve memory into fate.
The ponds of fallen tears go on and on… to my room… city’d better sink down under… sink!

Yet when morning breaks, the cycle repeats:
Dotted tears fall, marking time’s slow claw,
Circling my hollow refuge,
Promising this ache will stretch beyond today
Into tomorrow’s unyielding gray.

by Onnaya