Miscellaneous:

[Yuuko]

Cradle


*Drip* *Drip* *Drip*

She stirs and hears the morphine drip...

REM stresses the lids...
Cravings ravage what's left of the tired intellect
In darkness...she finds herself surrounded by essence
Left with only the DNR order by her side
She falls into remembrance...


Despite being clouded by painkillers, the mind juggles with phonemes
Slowly...they come together and take the shape of a ....
Heliotrope.

And also of a....
Cold hand resting upon the pained forehead

And last but not least, of a...
Child that should have been born.


Cast as shadows, we only strive to nullify the substance
That defines us...


The door cracks open.
Yet nothing gets in....


There is no point in harvesting fear or disdain....
For it wasn't a god denying us control upon ourselves


She grits her teeth...muffling a hoarse cry...
The slender fingers manage to grasp the sheets...
It's a wrecking effort to properly get through this...
The ivory teeth succeed in biting the dry lip...
Blood draws out and rivulets trickle down her chin
The gown is stained.


There's much more potential in a single cell
Than in all of us put together...no matter who or what we are
Seen through this looking mirror, the act of dying presents itself as almost meaningless


*Crack*

The damp sound is tiresome...it tears through thoughts
And takes no prisoners...


Do you think a dragonfly feels pain when it dies?
For some, life is just a technicality...
For others... a pinpointed destination.


She chokes.
Trying to catch her breath proves to be quite a challenge
Tears of annoyance break through the eye's tight confinement.

There's so much, one can take when his lungs are shredded
But there's no fun in giving up...


When intellect fails us, we strive by sheer instinct
And get by either by crawling or leeching
All there's to it, rests in one more, just this time.


She shudders and cracks an eye open...just barely...
Fidgeting and rustling come from whatever lingers behind the door
Being submissive was never her forte...
She urges the other eye as well...but fails


Life is within and without the frame, seeping to and from -
The monad mends itself with each pass away.
With each newcomer.
In a liquid world, the structure decomposes just to get recast once more.

"Don't disappear!!!"


*Beep* *Beep* *Beep*

She stirs and lets herself covered in layers of bliss.