Sunday, May 1, 2011
Beauty Slain
It was a hot, muggy night and I found myself stuck in the corner of a West Indian fete. Constantly being soaked by the rum and red bull, that sloshed around in my cup. Two women danced on me while I stood, awkwardly and then I saw her. Our eyes met, hers slanted and lined with black and silver eyeliner. She smiled and licked her lips seductively, while she grinds on three men simultaneously. Gunshots rang out like a song and she fell to the ground with a peaceful smile.
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It sad, I get from it that this man was at a party, when he found the love of his life. Being a West Indian party, shouts rang out and she was shot in front of him. I do not know why she had a creepy smile on her face.
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