I remember what it feels like to be in love, to feel something that consumes you, too overwhelming, a desire ligers through my body, to be loved as a whole, kissed on my hips, held effortlessly and pulled in, the warmth felt against my legs, my chest, gliding fingers across each one of my ribs, to the centre and down to my thighs, is this infatuation, would I have felt my heart pounding if it were love? I cant tell if its a blurred vision, eyes shut, in sync tempo beat, winded whites, curtains and lights, are we in a different time zone, where fear doesnt exist and unconditionally love is bonded through intimacy, obsessed am I, in love am I? Im scared.
Seppuku (stomach-cutting) is a form of Japanese ritual suicide by disembowelment. It was originally reserved only for samurai whose motivations could include personal shame due to cowardice in battle, shame over a dishonest act or loss of sponsorship from a daimyo. Often times samurai who were defeated but not killed in battle would be allowed to commit suicide in order to regain their honour.
The ceremonial disembowelment, which is usually part of a more elaborate ritual and performed in front of spectators, consists of plunging a short blade, traditionally a tantō, into the abdomen and moving the blade from left to right in a slicing motion. In modern times, the ritual of seppuku has resurfaced in Japan, both as a traditional way to restore honour in the face of defeat, and as a means of protest.
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