In the faint light
Of a burning candle
She sat cross-legged
On her bed
Holding her head
In her hands …
Her face was as pale
As her nightgown,
Her eyes as red
As the flame
She was staring at …
Her face was expressionless
Lost in deep thought
It made her look
As if she wasn’t really alive …
Then she smiled
A worrisome smile
The impassive look
Still obvious in her gaze …
She laughed
And she laughed
Bloodcurdling as it sounded
The laughter echoed
In the closed room …
The dead look left her
Replaced by an malevolent facade
“The agony,” she said with malice
“Will end tonight.”
She grabbed the chandelier
And her eyes opened wide
Then she moved to the window
Subconsciously
And set the tip of the curtain ablaze ...
The room roared with the noise of fire
And the echo of her laughter
So devious and clear …
Shadows danced around the walls
Crazy shadows of black and grey
And the ceiling was stained with char …
The laughter soon faded into a cough
As the smoke filled her lungs
She fell to her knees
With a grin of victory on her face.
When the morning came,
Flowers were abloom
Birds took their place, chirruping,
On a charred window railing.
And sunshine slipped inside the room
Onto a dead burnt skeleton
Lying in the cinders...