The Red Queen

Ever greet

Someone so

Sickly sweet?

Her candy

Apple red

Puckered lips.

Her minty

Fresh white

Glistening teeth.

Her short

Honey combed

Locks of

Angel hair.

Its all

Too much

For me

I swear.

The scent

Of acid

Cotton candy

Penetrates the

Small room.

Innocently dressed

Classically groomed.

With a

Smile that

Says "I

Could just,

Like be

Your bestfriend!

I'll try

To hop

On your

Boyfriends ****

If you

Turn your

Back for

Just one

******* second!"

Call me

A sour

***** but

I hate

The fake

Super sweet

Little *****

That walk

Around like

Theyre the

**** like

They've got

Some god

Given right

To act

Like fake

Crowd pleasing

***** *******

I'll fill

Your face

With bruises

And stitches.

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