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Staple Gun Lover
The bitch is dead.
Spewing hatred from her empty eyes.
She fought back,
Skin under her broken nails,
She never suspected him.
Her beautiful lover boy.
His deathly kiss,
He pinned her to the wall,
Staple gun kisses,
Fastened her down,
Tight as a lover's arms.
She fell for his charms.
Smeared bloody lipstick stuck to his face,
Deathly bite holding its place.
...Thursday 9th February 2017 2:37 pm
The Dead Dolls
She sat amongst her dollies
Hair all chopped and matted
their legs broken battered,
Biro on each painted face.
The fingers bitten off,
Spat out and thrown away.
Their toes all flat and mangled,
Their eyes poked closed and gone.
Each one no more a beauty,
Each one now dead and gone.
She did it as a child
To each and every toy.
Her mummy used to smack her,
...Wednesday 25th January 2017 6:58 pm
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