Lucifer laughs, licking his lips.

I wait, worriedly watching warily.

His mouth meets his meek meal.

Mumbling, muttering, murdering.

… uh. I’m stuck. **ᕦ**😅**ᕤ**

Tummy tucking, traveling trouble.

Tate takes turns tearing tickets.

Telling tatted teachers to tumble.

… what’s happening? 💣💥

Maybe Maddy might make mules.

Mac and Moo make moochos. 🥹

And Might Moore murders men.

Rylee won’t rake rainy rat rooms.

While rating red rules with a ruler. 😏

…is your brain glitching yet?

I’m reading right while

writing words with wings…

That fly away, flitting feathers.

Far, further feathery furries…

😂😂😂😂😂

I’m having way too much fun with this. No way it gets many likes. I need to start being serious! Chop, chop, Queen.