The Little Girl

by Ryan Miller   Aug 11, 2011


In the corner, she sits there crying from what she has seen, i walk to her and ask what can you remember, and his is what
she tells me, "they came, they came out of the shadows, they covered the light, the only thing i could see, was the fire on
their faces, as they grabbed each person, they told me what they had done wrong, they made me watch as they took each body
part and ripped it off, there was skin everywhere, i was coated in blood, they ripped out the bones and tossed them aside,
they ate the people, and before they were finished, they made me eat some, and you know what? it was good!:" just then she
got up out of the corner and jumped on me, the last thing i remember was she was holding my leg in one hand, and my heart
in the other, and i will never forget her shry little laugh, as long as i live in torment

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