“A Dry, Lip kind of Tragedy”

It had been a hard 3 months at Walgreens. Another day, another pair of lips with someone else’s sweet name on it. I was on the verge of expiring, and not once had I been used... What will I say to the great God in lip balm heaven? Shame is what I’ll bring, that’s what...

Well color me surprised!

Some poor sack of lips picked me up!

I’ve never been so happy in my short, mostly uneventful, life! To think, I was going to be used upon dry, maybe even cracked, lips. It was a good week or so before it happened. I had done my job. I whipped those useless lips into something kiss worthy. Now, it was time to go. Back at the factory, they had warned us about the end but I never thought it would hurt this much.

I’m almost empty.

Only a day before I expire...

I guess this is the last time he’ll close me up.

Honestly, being lip balm kind of sucks. But those shiny new lips I helped create make the sorrow all worthwhile...