(enoshima, dancing through hues of red; ubiquitous lack of empathy dripping out of her mouth)
lost in a labyrinth of vulnerable hallucinations, and spent three days awake, now she grabs my collar with her perfectly manicured fingernails and throws me off a cliff rambling, laughing, hoping all her hard truths choke me until i begin to drift away - but junko has no idea how long it's been since i've been able to breathe
those bows in her hair are tacky, anyways but don't tell her i said that