(Rewrite kinda from pt 1, just different pov)
It takes 5 seconds to change someone life.
It took 5 to ruin mine.
1... She gets the match out her pocket.
2... She opens it.
3... she flicks it alight.
4... She throws it on the lawn.
5... The gasoline spreads the match to the house.
The house, my house, started crying for help, the flowers quivering as they slowly wither on the porch. I look over at her, a fiery grin etched on her face as she watched my house drown in flames.
The screams of my family were swallowed by her maniac laughter, as though she'd been told a funny joke.
The flames dancing around my house as though preforming a satanic ritual. Ebony veins crawled up the decaying walls.
What a beautiful disaster.
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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...
