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Yoko

Maybe the sun sets because it fears the moon. The way that day and night are enemies.

Daytime, filled with liveliness and activity.

Nighttime, where the monsters lurk in the shadows waiting for their prey.

Perhaps I resemble the time where neither are visible. Where the sun vanishes behind the horizon leaving a sea of perpetual color and peace. The time right before night.

The monster sneaking into the shadows.

I am the twilight.

I am unnoticed. The time where most people gaze into the sky thinking of all their happiest memories.

If I were to disappear, the darkness would consume. Those memories transition to nightmares. I am the boundary between sanity and insanity.

I am something you cannot see with The Naked Eye. Unknown to death nor known to life.

I am Yoko Tawada. Murderer. Fool. And possibly mildly insane. Though who isn't.

I lie to myself. I lie to others.

My memories aren't mine anymore. They've slipped through my fingers into the darkness of night, and I'm too scared to get them back.

I silence the cries of the night. I ease the pain of the suffering. I cleanse those who are broken. All in attempt to fix myself.

Nobody asks for that. Negative emotions taking over. Those who are greedy steal. Those who grieve seek vengence. Those who hate murder. It's how humanity works.

We are a broken people. All damaged in our own twisted ways. Nobody asks for it. We all wish to be whole. The feeling of emptiness an urgency that we need to fill. We search for anything to soothe the aching.

People hurt. They writhe in agony until they can't bare it anymore. Then they lash out like the sky. They consume anything and everything around them. Festering like a storm.

People suffer. Then they disappear.

They fade into the twilight.