RoseyTiger

Dr. Sinister Craven #12 The Doctor, The Cop, and The Girl By Rosey Tiger and Loveshade X The cold laboratory sucks the night lightning rain. The big bearded man inside softly closes the steel door. The nine o'clock cop outside flashes light, Stalking like a tiger through a noisy slum. The lab embraces its catch like a questioning lover, but The body's closed mouth is silent in death. Leaning wetly over a cold iron table, Dr. Sinister Craven's kissing fingers Turn and read the naked girl body pages: Sign language hands and cuneiform feet, Babbling budded breasts and buttocks, And thin talking thighs. Soiled white lab coat, twisted left ha

The butterfly flies, Flits from flower to flower. Is it beautiful? Butterfly means death, The end of crawling dreams, for Beauty dies quickly.

I want Charlie on my slide, Arms around me won't be pried, If he loves me, I'll have died, Charlie take me for a ride!

anger is a small sharp knife cutting heart and mind severing nerves of reason

girl squalls in a lab naked on cold steel table no mother birthed her

she chases her tail transportation for the dead coalesce/evaporate

What does it feel like to be licked by a tiger? It hurts!

old and broken down she is stardust she is earth she stands on the edge of space