i talk with the color neon
i bash my head on the gun
wait…
neon can talk?
mylo interrupts me
i crush him with a boulder
wait…
mylo was alive?
my sister pleads “please, please stop”
i put a gun to her head
wait…
is she my sister?
my dad is dead
i shot him
wait…
my dad is dead?
jinx is what they call me
so i talk with her
wait…
my name is jinx?
this poem is inspired by jinx from arcane, and what i think its like being in her psychotic mind.