Toxic Waste

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I wrote a long piece about how terrible you are. I accidentally opened the door to the black hole in my mind where you reside. I published it. Then I remembered it doesn’t matter WHAT you are or WHO you are. Whatever I feel for you on occasion is as fleeting and temporary as we were. 

So my long theory has the simplest conclusion: you are nothing. 

Daily Prompt: Theory

The Reaping

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I paint my face, varnish my nails
coat my lashes, sharpen my scales
Lotion my skin, slide into my dress
the blue one that always makes you a mess
Brush my fangs, smear red on my lips
coat my lashes, hang knives from my hips
Set my hair, snarl into the mirror
drink until the blurry becomes clear
Open my wings, it’s time to fly
I’m coming for you, it’s your turn to die

Daily Prompt: Varnish