
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.”




