22 August, 2011

Lip Noir


Ruboric unicorns scented the air –
And she knew of all the hearts that she would tare.
Veronica transformed to a vixen,
And the vixen belonged to a mime.
The mime lived within her,
Within her, a crime.
The silence of forever glamorous
Stayed with her personified, until the end of time.
Criminally beautiful quasi the allegory in her, sublime.

[submitted to Lime Crime: Write a Vignette, Contest]

(=^_^=) meeeoooowww

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