a ghost

The sound of an escaping breath wakes me up. I slowly open my eyes and notice the pale light. The curtains, which I’m sure I had closed before I went to bed, are wide open. A figure stands by the window. Its smooth face, which is shined by the moonlight, stares outside. I stay quiet and still. The figure sighs, turns its head towards me, … Continue reading a ghost

no place

Pains on my body remind me of the reality I am in. Pains in my heart allow me to live in the past, with the people and things I’ve lost. It’s been a month. Time moves fast and slow at the same time. The days in the jungle are fading, becoming surreal and, soon, memories. Here, I’ve no place to cry alone. 「お姉ちゃんは、これから何がしたいの?」アイロンをかける手を休めずに妹は言った。「何がしたい?仕事のこと?」「そうじゃないけど」「夢とかってこと?」「そんなに大きくなくてもいいけど」アイロンを置き、妹は笑った。 もう一ヶ月。でも、まだひと月。あの日たちが思い出になれば、今を現実として纏うしかない。 Continue reading no place

a ghostwriter

The rain pelts down on the remnants of civilization—reflections of flashing red lights, flyers with blurred words, and discarded paper wraps. Tall buildings behind the mist are quiet, windows dark.I cross the empty street.My head tells me to hurry, but my feet feel clumsy. I glance behind and see no one. Hear no footsteps. Only shadows shrouded in the night rain linger.The rain pummels harder.Thump, … Continue reading a ghostwriter

it must be the blue sky

It rained every day, pouring through the membrane of silence. The sky was gray and gloomy, obscuring me with a film of solitary. I was not fine. Then I was. For a while. The rain has stopped, and the sun is out. Birds singing, wild piglets squealing. I wish I could’ve gone with you. 生まれてきてくれて、出逢ってくれて、ありがとう Continue reading it must be the blue sky

a call

“Hello.”“Hello there. I’m just calling to let you know that I’m on my way.”“You’re coming to take him.”“Yes.”“Take me, too.”“I’m afraid I can’t do that.”“I don’t wanna be left alone.”“I know it’s hard.”“You’ve taken everybody.”“I’ll come back for you some other time.”“Don’t keep me waiting too long.”“You’ll be fine.”“I’ll have to be. Again. Alright. See you soon, Death.” For What Do You See #122. Continue reading a call

a witness

Yelling and shouting, I heard. Oh, I don’t know about what. I just saw the truck leave the driveway shortly after. I’d heard them argue before. They scream all the time. They don’t talk. They shout. One morning, I recall, she stomped out of the house, screaming, “I’ll kill you.” Then he came out, grabbed her, and went inside with her. The whole time, her … Continue reading a witness