She flicked open the match and threw it on the petrol-covered garden. The house turning black started crying for help, the flowers quivered as they slowly, painfully died on the porch. She had a fiery grin etched on her face as she watched the house drown in flames. The screams of the people inside were swallowed by the girl maniacally laughing as though she'd been told the funniest joke.
Later, going to sleep, she'd reminisce about the gorging diet and would still feel the content, psychopathic smirk gripped by her face muscles.
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Poetry/ Random shorts
PoetryRandom shorts and poetry about basically anything. Things I write in school to just random things I come up with. Hopefully some are inspiring. Sometimes i write how i feel and it helps. They're bad so... be warned I just write because I get bored...
