Fusion

I just touched the nurse’s shoulder.

“Hey! What are you doing?”
Police rush while shouting.

A baton slips into the skull.
Memory of the baton when it was still a tree.

The lip and lip joint disappeared.

“If you climb further, I will shoot you!”
Police muzzle is blocked with eardrum.

Memory of a handgun when it was still lava.

Eventually the forehead and forehead overlap.
Memory of her when she was still a girl.

And memory struck with roaring sound.


【 融合 】

ナースの肩に触れただけ。
振り向いた唇を奪っただけ。

「こら、なにやっとるか!」
怒鳴りながら駆け寄るポリス。

警棒が頭蓋骨にめり込む。
まだ樹木だった頃の警棒の記憶。

唇と唇の継ぎ目が消えた。

「それ以上くっつくと撃つぞ!」
ポリスの銃口が鼓膜で塞がれる。

まだ溶岩だった頃の拳銃の記憶。

やがて額と額が重なり合う。
まだ少女だった頃の彼女の記憶。

そして、轟音とともに記憶が弾けた。

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