McFeel Alley
"I wish I could save you but I can't even save myself," Jack told his AI mother. She was his lover, jungian analysist & deathwish all wrapped in one. She had bowties, ribbons, garter belts & bell shaped flowers wrapped around her silver skin. Sometimes the Angels synth-sung from her velvet lips. Kissed crimson by the king, he could give her anything. When the weapons were brought out, you only had to choose one- golden mace or mirror stiletto. Promises were made on hills where the sun grew in oppression. The heathens held hands while nu-wave music played.