FIRST ACT : PIECE EIGHT
venus igarashi was destined to rest among the stars: bathing in moon liquor, she'd find herself tangled between saturn's infinite rings like galaxy motel's floral bedsheets while she sipped on the cosmos' heavenly milk. her soul was an entity which could not be tamed, they said "she's got that free spirit vibe" / and those boys and girls who are hopeless romantics, tipsy on that gin & juice and wrap cheap band-aids round their hearts to stop the love from oozing out said they would unhinge the stars from the sky for her to devour. see, they wished to taste heaven even if only for a night, because pain had seeped into their bones and found home in their marrow so all they see is blue. bless their poor souls, for the sad kids are drowning in oceans of their tears, sneaking out every time the sun dies for glassy night skies to slit their throats,
bless their poor souls, for they're chocking on their halos.
