she was
a curator
of
the finest pieces
of art
a collector
of souvenirs
a thief
in the dark
she brushed
libant strokes
of a lethal red
keeper of
a crimson museum;
celebrating the beauty
of flowers
over heads
the collection
of hers
she calls
'eight feet under';
narcissistic
she is,
basks in the bliss
of the
stolen souls
and her name
on the wanted list
natural beauty
god-given art
a curator
a collector
fill her a cup that's red
her favourite souvenirs
the remnants
of already dead.
a/n:
sooooo....what do ya think?
tap that little star like your crushes' ass.
I'm weird.
anyways,
hello my fellow human beans.
how was your day?
