[Katakura Kojuro and I…]
Katakura Kojuro and I sat in his garden tending the leeks. His coat was wrapped around my shoulders to ward off demons. Thick shadows danced around us, caressing our cheeks, tender, their knives concealed within soft lips.
Another bizarre prose poem. I was stuck, we’re watching Sengoku Basara, and my friend suggested Katakura Kojuro for a topic. Maybe I’ll be less stuck tomorrow.