Inugati

Deep in a forest just outside of a small town down from Tokyo surrounded by deep winding mountain crevices and dark woods rests the Forbidden Village of Akionigami
A secretive and ancient village whose inhabitants reject the outside world completely and live xenophobicly in the ominous deep mountain village mostly regarded with both fear and great fascination by the world outside.

Some things are known by the outside like how the village has and has never in history had females and in the ancient times reportedly was the home of Samurai who possessed great magical abilities but deep in Akionigami they keep their most valuable secrets hidden.
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Beautiful

His soft cold skin

Was beautiful

Like glass under my fingers

As a vase of roses

Strong enough 

To hold all the 

Beautiful darkness inside

But fragile when pushed over the edge

Everytime I touch him

I push him

Over the edge of daylight

Into the deep darkness of me

Until I pushed him 

Into my heart

...The worst part of me

Spiders And Moths

After I completely made a fool of myself


I was brought to my future home and laid down to rest in the warmest and softest bed I've ever seen I couldn't help but feel shame for not only did I make a mess of the bed but my hard work done the day before to make sure that my kimono was unwrinkled was now gone


I feel like crying but I push it all down when the servants come to check on me and escort me to the wedding 


I was fidgeting with the sleeves of my kimono pulling on them and twisting them between my fingers until their so wrinkled that I feel even more embarrassed than I already was


And my mouth is dry and my throat throbs in time with my speeding heartbeat 


Then I heard the ceremonial bells and I felt my body go cold and still with fear 


I tried to stay calm and just look at the ground


But after the prayers I am called to look onward and as I looked onward there he was


He made the rumors of him look both true and untrue all at once


For in his youthful and handsome face laid the lines of someone older


In a way he reminded me of my own father


So young and tender yet eroded and corroded into his porous base like a lake stone


Yet unlike my father whose eyes never looked into mine and never moved this man's eyes were cold and black as night and seem to scan right into me as if searching deep inside me


I tried to swallow but it's as if I was choking on my own breath


The Isle To Walk