It all started on a dark night,
When our house lit ablaze.
My brothers and sisters
Never exited the house.
We never found their remains.
The fire chief said they burned
Down to their last bone,
But we heard rumors of sightings
From towns not long ago.
We heard threats in the past
From men who hated our father,
But the police insist that it
Was just a mere electrical fire.
Did they escape, or were they taken?
I must sleep now and find out in heaven.
YOU ARE READING
Creative Writing
PuisiThis semester, I'm in a Creative Writing course, and I figured I'd publish some of the things I've written in it thus far. Some of them have very specific formats that are going to be tricky to write on a laptop, but I'm going to do my best.
