Your Fault

Kamina died tonight.

He was murdered.

You shoved him far enough
Into the dark that he was too blind
To see the gun at his head.

Here's his towel
And his shirt,
His coat,
Letters.

Pieces that you hold onto too tightly.

Even now,
like those foolish brothers,
You desperately try to transmute
Life

Back into these scraps left behind.

What about the soul?

Will your blood be enough?

Will your prayers be answered?

You stand back and watch the lights flash
The ground shake
The rumblings of an angry flesh
Emerging from your mess.

It howls
And growls

Bites
And spits

At its creator.

"Kamina?"

It lunges at you
Snarls and glares.

Why did you bring this out of me?

It runs its claw along your jawline
Then slashes across your chest
Lets you bleed while you cry
It grins.

Know my pain.

He scurries

Into the night.

You chase

after your man.

You shout its name
It comes

You smile
It glares

You reach out
It bites

You reach out again
It slashes your wrists

Don't you chase me
Or I will make sure it is more
than your wrists that bleed next time.