The butt of a cigarette,

burning through her skin.

Impurity so grave,

turned into a sin


She’s screaming for help

Is anyone there?

is anyone there?

There was no response.


Trapped in her house

all doors closing in,

toppling over

with no

escape.


Glances at the ceiling,

watching it while it deteriorate

As all the bricks fall off.

It shows the bulging eyes,

of an emerging beast.


The beast is reaching in,

prying her out ,

of her inflaming doors.

Like a fly,

Swatting for

her life


But merely,

she’s only a kid

No one else to reply,

alone in the grave

only to

die.