Black Death

Shes standing in the rain under a streetlight. 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 that's left is a tube of Black Death mascara.





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