Black Death

September 15, 2008
She's standing in the rain under a street light.
She closes her eyes and her tears mix with her Black Death mascara.
As if on a cue her tears slowly roll down her soft pink cheeks.
Leaving a trail of Black Death behind.
The street light flickers.
And she is gone.
All thats left is a tube of Black Death mascara.

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