Building Rom Vol.107

I’ll never forget Ota’s words:  

“Swallow the poison, Ireign.”

I’ve been spitting it up ever since,  

regurgitating 

Sifting through the bitterness,  

Cherry-picking pieces that don’t sting as much,  

even the valley of death has more allure.  

I don’t remember many days clearly,  

Yet that one remains vivid

The day I stumbled straight into the snare.  

Here I am, replaying the massacre,  

Trying to untangle the chaos,  

A chaos sent not to be untangled. 

‘Then at least let me send it back to sender’ 

Again, Ota’s voice echoes,  

“Swallow the poison, Ireign.”