2 Works in Amemura Ramuda/Amemura Ramuda
He tells you you are sweet, and that he is sweet left in the sun for too long, sweet gone sticky, sweet drying out on some sidewalk somewhere where the ants are waiting to swallow him whole.
It was in the neons of Shibuya, flickering coloured circles onto your hair and into your eyes, so much so that you couldn't blink for one dizzying second as the streets whispered secrets into one ear, and lies into the other; [have you? have you? have you heard of doppelgangers?]