So.. I was working in my English course when my professor said we could write anything in any form of literature for the end of the semester, and I wrote a little villanelle poem based on Omori. (Didn’t skip too many lines cause this is tumblr, and I didn’t stick to the villanelle structure for story reasons please succumb)
I miss her the most. She left us before we left school. Now she watches us; a ghost.
She was as sweet as glucose. She made my childhood colorful. I miss her the most.
My mind had wandered off its host. Imagined she was no longer ghoul. But she watches us; a ghost.
I had spent a lot of time near my bedpost. My best friend at a stool. I miss her the most.
Repairing our sadness, we became close. A few years have now passed, I can keep my cool. She keeps watch of us; a ghost.
We’re all older now, we raise her a toast. My mourning has passed, life no longer seems cruel, Although I still miss her the most. She no longer watches us; a completed ghost.
i call my parents and say ‘yeah i can’t do family stuff tonight, i got too much stuff to do for school’ and i e-mail my professor and say ‘i can’t do my assignments tonight, work got crazy��� and i text my boss and say ‘sorry i can’t work late tonight, i gotta some family stuff’ and through this triangulation of deceitful excuses i at last will be free