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Lorelai's ruby lips smiled like blood on snow
Lorelai's favourite targets were timid and slow
She had a marvelous time befriending her soon-to-be toys
She delighted in wearing a mask of manners and poise
Hiding her murderous rage oh so well
A crab luring desperate clams in a jeweled shell
Freeing herself once they invited her back for an unfortunate dinner
A silver dagger out and for the hundredth time, named herself a sinner
Her scrubs would have put an experienced handmaiden to shame
Washing red off the gowns and continuing with the same
Lorelai, even after years, never had her fill
Lorelai always had ten more to kill.
-Grisha. S
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DROPS OF SCARLET
PoetryFeatured on @WattpadPoetry reading list 'Stygian Skies' "I dream as a soulless spirit where the only music I hear is the drops of scarlet" This poetry collection follows the tales of three women lost in the past and objects they surround themselves...
