Challenge #00143: Angst in Eyeliner

Why “poetry night” at the X-Mansion was canceled.

[AN: You have no idea how hard it was not to quote Vogon Poetry for this one…]

“…come for me. Come for my love. Come for my hate. Come for the tiredness I feel for breath. Death, come like a lover…”

_So,_ Jean thought to the Professor, _Three years of therapy and counting  for our dear little Rogue. How much for us?_

_Considering there’s fifteen pages of this?_ the Professor thought back. _I may as well install a revolving door in the psychotherapy studio._

“…wipe away the hate and tears. Wipe away the joy that was never mine…”

_Maybe,_ the Professor telepathically admitted, _poetry night was a bad idea…_

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