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Dec 4
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.
Written by
wren  Non-binary
(Non-binary)   
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     Rick and Liana
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