Author's Note: This was actually inspired by a friend of mine's flippant effort to write a poem
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"Bruh moment"
She screamed
As she looked in the mirror
Her eyes blood shot red

"Bruh moment"
She shrieked
As she sharpened her cleaver
Slicing into its meat

"Bruh moment"
She uttered
As she dug deeper
Blood still spurting out

"Bruh moment"
She moaned
As she made the final cut
Raw flesh coating her own

"Bruh moment"
She said
As she gazed at the wall so red
Her child was finally dead