Here I sit, gathering dust. Collecting the darkness, to wear around myself as a cloak, to hold still the passing of time.
Here I sit, discarded, thrown aside. Too old, in brief. Alone in this eternity of endless space inside my mind.
Born, one hundred years old. Born, no longer needed.
Grief, I now know your face.
They performed the jinja ceremony, but still I rot.
They said I am “old-fashioned,” they call me “out-of-date.”
They locked me in this storage shed – handed down from father to son, for one hundred years they were raised beneath my shadow.
And now I am too old.
Together we sit, antiques, abandoned and forgotten.
Together we bask in our anger, contemplating our revenge.
That IKEA bookshelf will never know what hit it.
Written for my series on Under-represented Monsters my contribution to the A to Z Challenge. The Jotai is one of a peculiar class of Japanese monsters, the Tsukumogami – as an object reaches 100 years of use it gains a soul, often used to illustrate Buddhist teachings. Along the lines of Waste not, want not, or so I’ve come to understand. These objects/spirits are fascinating (to me) and I can see at least one more tsukumogami story in the challenge. I also used this week’s (actually last week’s) Three Word Wednesday prompts: Bask, Grief and Raise. Comments and criticism always welcome!