Burning Pile

"how does it feel to be an abandoned newly born prey? to be taken in by the predators and be raised as the opposite of your species?"

"you don't know don't you? but I do"

She was a reckless pawn. A little lavish filled life of one which she wasn't supposed to attain.

She enjoyed those games and she feared close to none, death was only on the palm of her hands. She with the face of a docile lamb, awaiting the scythe of death.

But a man away from afar, watching her wait for the train. He was in vain, a hand that saves yet a heart that gives no care.

"Why bother? you've survived so long and you're just going to end it by your own accords? simply idiotic"