Magenta.
Hers was not the face of a leukemia patient.
Not the face of someone dying by degrees.
With wide, bright green eyes.
And hair like spilled blood.
And the student nurse,
With the pathetic lesbian schoolgirl crush,
Sits and patiently waits
For the possibility
Of the pretty girl with cancer and
The doll-like nurse with cat ears,
When they enter the small room
Reeking of Harajuku lovers and littered with manga and Kanon Wakeshima CDs,
But, sadly no.
She has a boyfriend.
And Kimi has Sonny,
But he is cute,
Cute only.
Like a cute transvestite...kitten...
Who has no knowledge of anything meaningful
At all.
Nothing.
And Sonny isn't named after
Kimi's favorite color.
Kimi's already kissed the tall skinny friend
And stared at the boyfriend.
The mean-ass boyfriend.
Kimi didn't know her name could sound
So scary
When shouted at 100000 decibels
With a slightly teary Nebraskan accent.
She didn't know the leukemic female body was so
fucking attractive.
After countless injections
Copious chemotherapies,
And the occasional other things.
Confusing... Thats what it is...
Being a nurse is hard work
Especially when your 17
And bisexual to no end.
And being in the same room as Magenta
Lucine
Alvarado
Is torture.
When you're Kimi.
Bisexual
Lolita
Japanese
Harajuku
Kiss-ass
Shy
Midget
Kimiko Matsuri Tanaka.
