Cheap mascara ruined.
Trixie started to cry,
as she watched the doctors
rot the apple of her eye.
Not with worms,
and not with disease,
but with scalpels and masks,
holstered with their fancy degrees.
As the gas evicted her
from our reality,
she slipped into a false state
of peaceful prosperity.
Then came along,
to Trixie's surprise,
an image of an angel
descending from the skies.
The angel was sarcastic,
and foul and rude,
appearing drunken and angry,
ruining her sedated mood.
The angel stumbled up,
and slurred some words,
about how only humans killed their offspring,
never the bees or the birds.
Then the angel smirked,
and said **** you!"
Not only did you manage to **** one,
but two.
Trixie died inside,
just as Trixie's twins
died alive.
Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 1:17 AM UTC
Cheap mascara ruined.
Trixie started to cry,
as she watched the doctors
rot the apple of her eye.
Not with worms,
and not with disease,
but with scalpels and masks,
holstered with their fancy degrees.
As the gas evicted her
from our reality,
she slipped into a false state
of peaceful prosperity.
Then came along,
to Trixie's surprise,
an image of an angel
descending from the skies.
The angel was sarcastic,
and foul and rude,
appearing drunken and angry,
ruining her sedated mood.
The angel stumbled up,
and slurred some words,
about how only humans killed their offspring,
never the bees or the birds.
Then the angel smirked,
and said **** you!"
Not only did you manage to **** one,
but two.
Trixie died inside,
just as Trixie's twins
died alive.
Insomnia inspired Trixie's rude awakening, sorry for the ****** quality.
