Doki Doki Literature Club!’s Poems: Yuri’s Poem #2 Explained


The highly successful visual novel game Doki Doki Literature Club!, developed by team Salvato, is known for it’s rich dialogue and eccentric story. However, it’s also known as the game that made reading poems very enjoyable. We’ve decided to look deeper into the meaning behind each poem made by the characters Sayori, Yuri, Natsuki and Monika (Just Monika!) in order to understand their characters more deeply and to discover truths about life they might be trying to teach us.

SPOILERS AHEAD!

Keep in mind that this is only our opinion. Feel free to disagree and to correct us if we’re wrong!

The Raccoon

“” It happened in the dead of night while I was slicing bread for a guilty snack.

My attention was caught by the scuttering of a raccoon outside my window.
That was, I believe, the first time I noticed my strange tendencies as an unusual
human.
I gave the raccoon a piece of bread, my subconscious well aware of the consequences.
Well aware that a raccoon that is fed will always come back for more.
The enticing beauty of my cutting knife was the symptom.
The bread, my hungry curiosity.
The raccoon, an urge.

The moon increments its phase and reflects that much more light off of my cutting
knife.
The very same light that glistens in the eyes of my raccoon friend.
I slice the bread, fresh and soft. The raccoon becomes excited.
or perhaps I’m merely projecting my emotions onto the newly-satisfied animal.

The raccoon has taken to following me.
You could say that we’ve gotten quite used to each other.
The raccoon becomes hungry more and more frequently, so my bread is always handy.
Every time I brandish my cutting knife the raccoon shows me its excitement.
A rush of blood. Classic Pavlovian conditioning. I slice the bread.

And I feed myself again. “”

Before reading our analysis, you can click here to see Yuri’s wiki page and learn more about her story or just to refresh your memory.

 

Many people found it obvious that this poem is actually about Yuri’s cutting, especially considering her focus on the knife. The raccoon in the poem is her urge to self-harm that started off as a stranger but has taken to following her more and more, as she finds it more and more difficult to resist the knife. Every time she cuts, as she says in the last line, she “feeds” herself again.


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