#btw if you enjoy dark/grotesque content check them out they're phenomenal writers

[momentomori24]

Finally finished my untitled Soushin poem I was working on in Doki Doki Literature Club Ceative Writing Club! I'm not good with trigger warnings, but this one is kinda heavy. Topics include implied/referenced abuse, unhealthy dynamics, codependancy, self blame-- typical Soushin but take caution anyway.

Anyway, hope you enjoy. This is for you, fellow Soushin lads.*Ahem*:

The rain beats against the window glass, haphazardly and random

To him it's nothing but mindless staccato, indistinct and humdrum

It's background noise; static fills his waning mind but he listens anyway

The clatter and chatter from the people outdoors has long faded away

It's silent now, save for the cacophony of sounds he takes in without a word

The melonchony orchestra playing the dismal soundtrack of his lonely world

Maybe ''lonely'' is a bit misleading

Does ''grieve'' really describe the emptiness he's feeling?

Those malachite eyes, a smile so sickeningly kind

digs itself out from the deepest pit of his mind

A constant, terrifying presence, day by day

A shadow glued to his side that never goes away

His face pales, his stomach churns-- he shouldn't miss him at all

Shouldn't think of the person he hung up his pictures on their wall

Should never revisit the laughter, the carnage, the violence

The way he let it all go on in ignorance and silence

It's over now, yet he goes through his days lost and dazed

Without purpose, without plans, without the answers he craved

His garden of hopes and dreams lays withered in the aftermath of that fateful fall

And as he ponders and wonders when life will once more flourish here he questions why anything ever withered at all

Sometimes, he recalls those eyes

soaking up his fear as he trembled and cried

Those loathsome hands, pulling, carressing, always on him, never gone

and that satisfied grin at the lack of resistance, the evidence he's won

Sometimes, he still misses him

That love and care, that person, that man

that weird, charasmatic stranger he grew to love when their friendship first began

That cursed scarf around his neck feels akin to a stranglehold

But he can only continue latching on to it, not bold enough to let go

It's a sickness, a plague, but it's his own

Too ravenous, destructive of an illness for one person alone

But it's just him now, alone in the dark

As he lifts his arm, gaze trailing fading marks

The permanet reminders of what he let happen without a fight

stare back him in indifference, the cold truth at its most unbearable at this hour of night

A laugh bubbles from his throat, and another, raspy and crass

As sharp and uninviting as shattered glass

What even was so funny? How utterly hopeless, utterly pointless the situation was?

But there was nothing left, and he laughed

And laughed

And laughed

As Sou is naturally my favourite character he has to suffer just as naturally (affectionate). I didn't plan to write something this grim, but I'm surprisingly alright with how this turned out. This is my first time writing a poem, so please be nice to me. And if you didn't like, then still be be nice. Thanks 👍

#your turn to die #poetry #soushin #i definitely took some inspiration from things i've been re-reading and re-listening #that really captured the vibe i wanted for this one #''I don't miss you at all'' by FINNEAS #''Approximation'' by Consumer_electronics ao3 #''are you with me?'' by ibgarry ao3 #''at arm's length'' by Sarllon ao3 (their account is deleted tho) #btw if you enjoy dark/grotesque content check them out they're phenomenal writers #except if you're an anti then please don't #sou hiyori #shin tsukimi #my writing