Murder drones Smut

I am the marinating milk monster

Hey y'all sorry I haven't been posting anything

I've been rotting in my room 24/7 bc I genuinely have no life

And I've been kinda mentally struggling

Womp womp

My humor is still broken as shit

But I don't write much anymore

The only thing I've written lately was a poem

A really sad poem

We had to write poems in my ELA class then share them with the class by reading it out loud

But

I succeeded

I MADE MY TEACHER CRY 🎉🎉🎉

Context: I really fucking hate my teacher

SHE HAD BEEF WITH ME FOR NO REASON

and she's annoying

I hate everything about her vegan teacher looking ass

Ms. Bundy.

I want to squeeze her petite little b3ck until her eyes pop out of her fucking skull, then I'll extract every individual organ then feed it to her, before thundercunting her at the wall so hard she splats like a rotten tomato

Anyways

More context:

She had a soft spot for dogs

So my evil ass wrote the most dramatic, depressing, saddest poem you've ever heard

About my dog who died of cancer

After reading it I cried too

But worth it

FUCK YOU MS. BUNDY I WILL SHOVE MY FOOT UNBELIEVABLY FAR UP YOUR ASS THEN TEAR YOUR HEART OUT THROUGH YOUR CHOCOLATE STARFISH BY GRIPPING IT WITH MY STINKY, GROTESQUE, ATROCIOUS, PUTRID LITTLE TOES.

Anyways

Y'all want the poem?

If yes; good

If no; too fucking bad

Anyways here it is 😇
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Grief

Denial.

I was in denial
The second of the call.
The moment my hand grabbed my phone,
My stomach twisted.
I knew what I was about to hear,
Yet I still prayed it wasn't the case.

The news felt like a stab,
From a blade so sharp,
Sharp enough to pierce diamond.

My heart drops
And my hands shake.

It couldn't be true,
I refused to believe.
I knew something was wrong,
The day she was unwell.

No matter how aware I was,
Nothing could ever prepare me,
For what I was told during the call.

Anger.

Anger at everything,
Everyone,
Every,
            Little,
                        Thing.

Anger at life.
Anger at death.
Anger at cancer.

I felt broken,
Shattered,
Crushed.

Bargaining.

What if we went to the vet sooner?
Is she really gone?
Could there have been earlier signs?
Question
     After
                      Question,

I bargained to have her back.

Some questions were obvious,
And some,
I'll never know.
If only she was here
One
            More
                          Day.

Depression.

I never got to say goodbye.
I knew something was wrong.
The scent of death lurked my house.

I kept saying
Over
        And
                   Over,

"She needs to go to the vet."

But once she went,
It was too late.
Once the surgery happened,
It was far too late.
Once the operation was in progress,
She was already gone.

Rivers of tears,
Night
        After
                 Night,

The depression was overwhelming.

Acceptance.

The stage of grief,
I have not yet reached.

No matter how hard I try,
I can't let it go.
An important piece of my life,
Gone.
Never to be seen again.

The feelings of guilt,
Anger
Sadness,
Longing,
And pain,
Pierce me,
Every time I look at the canvas,
Hung on the wall.
Of her.

Her jet black eyes,
Her soft, dark fur,
Her gold colored specks,
Her floppy pitbull ears,

All lost to cancer.

Someday,
If I ever reach acceptance,
I'll still never forget Zelda.
I never thought a dog could mean so much to me.

You never know the value of what you have,
Until it's gone.

Never
                To be seen
                   Again.

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Here's some tissues for anyone who needs them

Oh wait

There's no tissue emoji

Have these 🧻🧻🧻

I'm kidding I don't think anyone actually cried to that (besides my shitstain teacher)

If you did cry tell me

Bc why not

Anyways

What did y'all think?

Was that worth my A???

Anyways I'm out of things to yap about

Toodles

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