February 2011
2 posts
Wound
it’s not a sea nor a lake but a pool of noble blood.
a night breeze,
I float in the weeping waves
feeling chilly, a wintry shower is as dark as the heaven,
bleakly cooked rare flesh unchains my red,
I need you who soak up sunshine in a hospital
because only you know the secret:
my pressure point.
Tensei Sugahara
we got the end, no turning point to the innocence we’ve soiled.
the second we met, our journey was already over.
we’d knew whatever will freeze our feet,
just needed to thaw out icy hearts before evening meal.
Tensei Sugahara
