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Author's Note: Enjoy the poem and R&R.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to or of the Resident Evil series.
Summary:
Donna Beneviento is awful and awfully lonely.
Dada, are you awake, haha? Rose is shivering
Beautiful, her warm blood before you grab her
Her baby legs so close to combine, yet flask taken away by a lapse
Angie will be a much better daughter, Ethan
She's a crazy fucking monster, that lord's mouthpiece
It'll be fine. It'll be fine and it'll be quick
Please do this too, you stupid idiot!
I'll hide. You seek
No guns allowed. None. Tick-tock!
May not recover. May be losing it
Where in the projector's silver, Rose appeared
Mia's voice menacing him. The fear of childrearing gets out, rearing its ugly head
Cute friends never good enough to elevate
But good enough to murder. To let hallucinate
Leaves Ethan Donna's playmate, though he may never leave
Fingers click – unfurl, in the unborn, four-winged misty bridal veil of the mind
A yellow line cut with old scissors, plunged thrice past the dank brain matter. An eye for three eyes
Behind, to the shadow-shawled puppeteer shadowed spores kept
Upstairs, she stares. The triste ventriloquist. Crafted moon once fought, power to welded sun it passes
Lonely doll maker. Fetishized parts, wooden and flesh, that don't fix
An unfixable scar, planted deep in life. In the hooded afterlife, the mountain stick's Styx
The shrieking tendrils mourn over the mourned mourning morning snow
The Dark Weaver stays – forever
Free from the binds of flesh, she now walks the valley of death