The Best Plan Ever
When they found her they would be sorry
Shelly would be saturated with blood
She tried on her prettiest dresses.
Shelly picked up her angriest looking knife.
She could plunge it into her chest.
But what is she died too quickly?
She wanted them to see blood on her legs too.
And on her arms and her thighs.
Could she stab herself in tiny doses first?
Shelly plotted her demise over and over.
Reveling in their looks of horror.
It was the best plan ever.
She visualized it in living color.
Her muse laughed.
Knowing what a powderpuff she is.
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