Last night in Osaka

You see her in Osaka, across the blue room.
Blue hair, red leather jacket.
Keeper of promises.
She finds your face.

You see her come. In throbbing music.
A neon blur, feline moves, reptilian blood.
Her hand. A blade.
Promise of pain.

Last thing you see, too late now:
Synthetic white. White of her eyes.
Her promise kept.
Osaka fades.