Little girl.

A disposal of life, it was named,

A mercy killing,

I called it murder; but was not there to tell the sorry tale.

Flitting silently round the house I named home,

Between each room,

Gazing at the painted walls, ceiling.

Was I part of this home?

Way back,

Way way back,

Years ago,

Part of this property, a little girl playing with her dolls.

Whatever happened, child?

A hard blow to the head.

Leaving scars and bloodstains,

A memory to all of you who knew.

A disposal of life, it was named,

A mercy killing,

I called it murder; but was not there to tell the sorry tale.

Flitting silently round the house i named home,

Between each room,

Gazing at the painted walls, ceiling.

Was I part of this place?

Way back,

Way way back,

Years ago,

Part of this property, a little girl playing with her dolls.

Whatever happened, child?

A hard blow to the head.

Leaving scars and bloodstains,

A memory to all of you who knew.

Revenge.

I shall return,

   Stronger,

With a vengeance.

The End

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