the soles of my black boots start melting into the asphalt, chasing after them, my villain.
my villain is genderless, a deity of desire in a loose, long coat. my villain has wise skin, and i see that in their hands, adorned in delicate golden rings clashed with the daggers they wield.
they're immaculately dressed, immaculately acting. they're red sex, but i wouldn't know that from experience.
i'm running after them, breathless, sort of pathetic, as they flee their robbery on a passing freight train. it bellows its mourning horn and that's my personal signal to stop my pursuit. the summer sun laughs at me, emanating heat in waves of nausea.