After Burning

That night when I was twelve years old, I was playful and the God of Death spared me and punished me to keep vigil for him. Later, I was so strong that I chopped my best friend into pieces and also chopped the rice ball that Mr. Ishikawa gave me. Later, the Buddha fell a palm and the ghost king was burned to ashes. I stood on the scorched earth, my whole body cracked, like a piece of freshly burned coal. It's dawn. No one calls me Hoshino Homura, and no one remembers my visit. It turns out that burning yourself out can only lead to a dawn that no one will remember.