Bakemono [goblin; monster; ghost; phantom; specter.]

Outside the barred window,
in the midst of the
unreachable day... ...
A crow's claws scrape
cruelly against the frail glass
......Why are my eyes only seeing red?

The fluttering blizzard
drives my body in pain
A distant memory of your elegant fingers
Wringing my rotting wings
Pain embraces a world of blood mingling with tears
until, there is no sense of daylight...

My broken wings stir in a memory, 
as if they once knew the meaning of flight
Closing my eyes in an attempt to sleep
just so I'd dream I fly
The reality that has turned
into an impossible dream... 

The fluttering blizzard 
buries my thoughts deeply in
And yet, forgetting is just a wish
which clasps the day close
I claw against the chains,
my broken wings pretend they're alive... ...

Those lovely fingers 
entwine around my neck
They tighten.
My breaths flutter
Like an awakening butterfly...

Bit by bit,
my pieces break free
they search for an eternal reverie

Bit by bit,
my pieces cry in their sleep
and slowly melt into the coming dawn

by hidoko matsumoto

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