Two monsters squabbling over everything, too fixated on their phones, taking selfies, facing the reflection of their parents' sin,
reflecting the same trauma,
which cannot be healed
I saw fruits and two trees.
Five fruits waiting for rich nutrients
Waiting for a two-tree connection
Forever yearning for pure affection
Branches are already dropping.
Two stems are cracking.
A broken tree is terrible.
However, it can be utilized to bury a corpse.
My heart in void fills with another void.
Popping vessels, rising blood level
Chased by a beast, When
did I become belle?
