Geisha Death 2, Reverse Prayer

The autumn wind blows her hair toward the skulls and the butterfly toward the itching webs.
Her reverse prayer was her last.

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You maybe thinking that I am only staring at those silky smooth cheeks. You'd be wrong
My father certainly still think so, as he watched all of this. Bless his dirty mind

I was more enthralled by those red peonies. Which- if you are from these parts-
meant you were the best slut in the whole of Totomi. I don't know if whores have queens, but-
there they are, and here she is, one unveiled and unsheathed. For not only will I be killing her, I would be murdering those secret yet fabled hips.

Perhaps I will kill her as my usual self, I mean the self she knew, her neighbor,

the boy who had a crush on her and let watched as she repainted her red toenails.

...And maybe she will forgive a part of me.