The Ashes of flowers
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What did she do
To make her father hate her so
Pondering aimlessly she did not know
a bat or a broomstick
a hanger or hand
A little or a lot she couldn't understand
Why someone who claimed to care
would shout and yell and pull her hair.
And when she tried to apologize
to make her wrong a write
He would yell no excuse
And strike her with all his might.
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He lied there vulnerable his face ghostly white his eyes filled with fear I smiled at him as I walked over to him my combat boots made a clicking sound as they collided with the tiles that lined the hospital floor as I stood above him grinning like the cheshire cat I lean down and whisper into his ear "Set it on fire watch it burn," as I light a match and place it at the end of his sheets he make grunting noises and I turn around the flames devouring his bed sheets I grin and walk out
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