I asked for stories.
There are plenty you said.
No, not those.
I want old stories.
I want stories of blood.
Where did things start?
Where am I from?
It doesn’t matter you said.
That was there,
we are here.
There’s nothing more to be told.
It’s not enough I said.
These are your stories too!
Don't you know them?
Can't you feel them?
I went out looking for a myth to adopt.
Instead, the myth hidden in my blood
Art used with kind permission of the artist: Dreaming by Amanda Clark
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Song Choice: Rainbow Connection
This poem was created from a prompt offered by Magaly Guerrero for NaPoWriMo (Day 12: Poems of alienation and detachment. Process note: Since I had so much fun writing from Yuuki's point of view, I wanted to write a bit from Ana's view as well. The topic fit so off I went. )