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, reptilian blood.
Flash of cold steel. A blade. Almost no pain.
Last thing you see, too late now:
Synthetic white. White of her eyes.
Her promise kept.
Your mouth tastes like metal.
