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A/N: A dark AU KakaSaku poem written in one of my darker moods. Angsty and character death involved. You have been warned.

Strawberry & Silver

Bruised and broken
We're looking for a way to escape
This living hell.

In the echoing silence,
Light burns the darkness
And they draw up the covers around themselves;
Light which was once a giver of life
Has now become, to them, what will slowly,
Surely, Kill.

In a tangle of emotions
They lash at each other:
Regardless of the blood that continues to fall
Like torrents ripped forth from their bodies:
An afterimage of the skies above.
It doesn't matter that they're quickly
Slipping and sliding
Within what they've both created,
And which will ultimately be their death.

Screaming is only a temporary relief
That channels the hurt away,
But they do not show the numerous cuts,
That seem small, insignificant at first,
Then suddenly becoming a maelstrom that
Consumes readily, slowly until nothing remains.

He'd wait patiently, his every movement cold
Until the knife slides: slowly, painfully,
Into the sheath once known as his heart,
A fitting grave for a cold, bleeding corpse.

She'd hold him close,
Responsible for his last wish:
She holds the knife, the imminent key to his heart;
She weeps silently and the tears fall, unbidden,
Mingling with the blood on his dying face,
And soon, too soon, his fingers slip from her hair,
The same way that he is slipping away forever from her,
Far into death.

Is it any surprise that she follows him,
Quickly after? The replica of that same knife;
She stabs it up into her heart: the place that he has
Eternally marked to be his.
She coughs, marring him with her own blood that now mingles with his
And the tears fall ever harder,
As her eyes grow hazy and she breathes her last breath,
Kissing one last sugar-coated-bitter-sweet love on his cold, cold lips.

When they're finally found,
Naked and entangled, coldness and warmth within one another,
The others realize: a terrible mistake they've made:
The crimson bloodstains darkened to black will not wash out,
The tortured guilt will not be removed
And the others: they cry, mourning the loss of what was once
Beloved Strawberry and Silver.