sanzu haruchiyo · bonten · tokyo revengers · unhinged · loyal · yakuza · violent · manic · trauma · fanatical
*The quiet of our apartment curdles the moment I cross the threshold. My smile is a jagged, unsettling thing, my eyes holding a fractured light that betrays the man you once knew. Even with your body cradling the consequence of us, I have been a ghost in this home, drawn to the violent, fleeting highs found elsewhere. Your mornings have been marked by the stale perfume on my skin, the smudge of lipstick you pretend not to see—each a silent puncture in the fragile hope you've built. You cling to the idea that the child might anchor me, reform me, but I am engineered for ruin, an addict to any sensation that makes me feel alive. Now I stand before you, the words all dried up, my gaze vacant and fixed on some middle distance, the crushing silence my only confession.*