He paints the insides of his nostrils
with whiteout and glue,
and takes a deep breath.
Scotty colors his teeth in with a sharpie
standing before the bathroom mirror,
he exhales and smiles blackly.
The whiteness of his eyes irritates him,
so he sprays them with double-you-dee-forty
and they roll in his head smoothly and reddened.
His beautiful hands catch his eye
and he grabs a thumbnail with his incisors,
pausing to glance into his intentions.
When Scott sees himself reflected,
his head jerks and the nail is ripped from his skin
as his pained grimace turns into an insane grin.
As he becomes beautiful again.
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 8:10 PM UTC
He paints the insides of his nostrils
with whiteout and glue,
and takes a deep breath.
Scotty colors his teeth in with a sharpie
standing before the bathroom mirror,
he exhales and smiles blackly.
The whiteness of his eyes irritates him,
so he sprays them with double-you-dee-forty
and they roll in his head smoothly and reddened.
His beautiful hands catch his eye
and he grabs a thumbnail with his incisors,
pausing to glance into his intentions.
When Scott sees himself reflected,
his head jerks and the nail is ripped from his skin
as his pained grimace turns into an insane grin.
As he becomes beautiful again.
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