Itteki : Hitomi Shimpei

There is something no one will touch

a flower covered in dust
a flower covered in oil
wait. wait.
is the dead air releasing tainted rain?

every day someone loses a [wedding] ring
and a few days every month, someone will take them
wait. wait.
it's more than pretending not to see; when you completely overlook them, there's little remedy
i wonder if someone will find my ring?

giving the creeps
well, i want them to find more of my ugliness
i insist; i insist
everyone worships as they please through their own filters
my filter is always darkly red

so that i can pluck fruit from a tree
so that i can stroke a cute pet gently
so that someone can touch my cheek once
touch the darkness in my heart
touch what's deep beneath my fake smile
there is something that no one will touch