A Dark

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Surf's up – He wavy – Your fresh ain't my fresh – Y'all got Lil Nas X – I grew up on Lord Finesse – Her name was Agnes – Nothing special about Agnes or her appearance A bashed – She resembled a squash – Life is a pigeon – That took a shit on her new Prius – And she just got her car washed – The epitome of average – Agnes – Average Agnes – The sad thing about being average – is that Everything about being percеived as Average is unappеaling to most people – Agnes was no exception – she craved to be – Looked up to from afar – like a star – So bright the world could see – Alas – Agnes hated the facts that that Would never be me – Agnes – never to exude happiness – She perceived self-worth in correlation W/ her social media amount of likes for Validation – She would never contribute to the world to be – Unique onto herself nor instill others w/ envy – That comes from the confidence of knowing that She was the only one to which these qualities She possessed – That others would strive to find in themselves Something they saw in her to cherish to say "Damn, that Agnes – so fresh!!!" Being in her presence – you could truly feel Blessed – The acknowledgement of being just here – Agnes wanted to disappear – Agnes was a joke – A misquote, an evaporation – A hesitation – An occupation of wasted time and a question Of why – Like being on the receiving end of listening to Rappers – regurgitating the same ole same ole In they rhymes – All lies – WAVE goodbye – Why that good shit be so hard to find? But seek And you shall find – In the private confides of her house – She sat comfy as a lump on her living room couch – Doing what she always did every early Afternoon – She would punish herself for being Agnes – By painfully pulling her hair out – bleed out – The pull of her hair follicles forcibly from Her scalp – Was removed – Partially to relieve – And punish herself – Because she couldn't have Steve – Every woman who ever breathed wanted Steve – Steve Carr cavalier who - didn't have a care – Bob and weave Steve – Hi-post he nosebleed – Agnes – antics – childish Infatuation – Tragic – toxic – it felt like love – Agnes was hooked on Steve – fiending for his Affection like drugs – All his life it seemed – that things were easy – Handed to him on a tray – Steve was living the dream Steve appeared well-adjusted, reliable, polite, and To his neighbors he was kind – Which – all – sums – up – Steve – OR – so we believed – A bachelor who volunteered his time to Service the community – Just last week, he helped out w/ the middle school Fundraiser to recruit sponsors to donate Funds to get new football equipment Because he saw – Kids as an investment in our future – For a better world to live in – He loved cats, all-around good guy Steve – Too good to be believed – All the ladies were wondering – whose soul Do I have to sell? What did they have To do – To fuck a hunk of beefcake like you – Damn, shame how Steve could be single In this day and age – Was he a hoarder? A mama's boy? Or Disappointingly, was he gay? – ladies Lining up in droves to volunteer for his gay Therapy conversion – Well-proportioned slender and well-dressed – Steve had a face ladies would kill to sit on and Getting dug out by Steve – Would be so dreamy and an event they would Relive and cherish forever – He owned the local real estate agency House hunting is where Agnes first encountered Him – And no-one in town – Had a bad thing to say about him – So it was odd when his neighbors watched From across the street as the police Arrived @ Steve's door in the early Afternoon – on the first week of June – Everyone was ready to clear away the cobwebs Of a rainy Spring so it was the 1st bright Sunny day to remember – The door was barricaded blocked off w/ police tape When the ambulance arrived – To all the neighbors' surprise – When the lady next door, Ms. Lacy Peppard Cogwell – Called the cops to complain – About a funny, пweird smell coming from the Toolshed in Steve's backyard – Even before reaching out to the authorities – She tried to reach Steve – Directly for up to a week – Before she became too overwhelmed By the reek – The night before she called the police – Ms. Cogwell thought she heard screaming for Help in the middle of the night during the Week – But dismissed it as TV and went back to sleep – But the next night – she thought she heard The same distinct plea for help – But thought again that it might be TV or a Figment of her imagination but the scent Gradually went from irritative to downright Pungent rather quickly – She had no idea where the scent could be Emanating from originally – For all she knew – It might have been a rodent trapped that died In a wall – The horror that happened here – Had everyone so appalled – To the shock of the neighborhood – From the house – The police carried out the body of Steve – W/ their camera phones out – The neighbors stood in disbelief – Dead and stinking it was Steve – Who'd want to hurt somebody like Steve – After the coroner drove away with his remains – A young woman was being escorted out the House by the two cops into a squad car – Her eyes darting back and forth squinting To turn away – from the brightness of the day – Using her arm wrapped around a blanket To shield the sun from her eyes The young woman from under the blanket Was naked and looked a fright – Her torso matted w/ dried blood and caked Dirt unwashed – Gravely thin and would probably be better off – If Steve's cat ate her corpse – Like a drunk surgeon – Steve severed her tits – And hung 'em on his fridge like magnets – To the dismay of no status Agnes – Agnes – in anguish – lovelorn – she still grieved – Over Steve – She just didn't want to be here anymore – She was a sandwich in an open window screaming "EAT ME, EAT ME!!!" unworthy to be a leftover An inedible so unbelievably forgettable – The thought of another day continuing The same way underwhelming predictability Of a routine w/o Steve – was too hard to believe – So she followed the coroner to the morgue – Agnes snuck into the morgue and waited – And hid – she had to stay calm – it was hard – She couldn't breathe - she would finally – Be alone – w/ Steve – As the coroner left the room – Agnes was faced w/ his remains – She quickly undressed – Soaked between her legs, she was wet – Agnes straddled Steve's lifeless corpse – Transitory is flesh and blood – True enlightenment is love – Glands in her mouth produced saliva In anticipation – Agnes onto Steve leaned back and lunged – Her mouth opened wide bearing down W/ her incisors tearing off the flesh Of Steve's left cheek – Red meat – Excitement – The blood pooled from her mouth as if Seethed – Agnes continued to feed – No longer a memory – Steve will live on within me – A part of me – This is my declaration of everlasting love – As I consume his flesh – Steve's blood is my blood