Well aware that a raccoon that is fed will always come back for more. I gave the raccoon a piece of bread, my subconscious well aware of the consequences. That was, I believe, the first time I noticed my strange tendencies as an unusual human. My attention was caught by the scuttering of a raccoon outside my window.
It happened in the dead of night while I was slicing bread for a guilty snack. Calm breathing air of the present but living in the past. The last yet to be replaced by the sickening blue-green of the future. The last remaining streetlight to have withstood the test of time. The tendrils of my hair illuminate beneath the amber glow.
Throughout Doki Doki Literature Club! Each poem is different in each act and is usually based on the events that are happening.
