The flames that burn inside my heart,
Are the same as the fires that dwell in hell.
Burning me from inside out.
It hurts so bad, It burns so hot.
Why can't this hate stop?
The flames lick my hatred,
So hot, so sweet.
He killed me.
Burned me as I am,
Tied to the stake.
Which! They called me,
As he just laughed.
He lit the torch,
As they all just stared!
BURN HER!
BURN HER!
They chanted as he lit the wood aflame!
I must be cursed.
Such hatred, such FIRE!
As the burning starts licking my ankles
I scream out in pain.
It burns my legs,
The fire burns red hot now,
As my flesh blisters.
The smell is horrid.
I hear children screaming as my last breath escapes.
I am dead.
But I am not gone.
As the fires burn the last of my flesh,
The flames of hell will not burn me yet.
About the Creator
Jesi Sin
I'm just a girl who loves to write \(^♢^)/
Disarmament
They say there's no atheism in the foxhole. While I wasn't currently neck-deep in a river of soft sediment, I was still praying to whoever would listen. Why am I doing this again? I would ponder while staring at the device that in no less than a minute could be my undoing. I scanned each and every variable panel and commonplace button as I watched the bright red L.E.D ticker countdown. No wires to cut, no code to put in, there was only one way to stop this infernal machine, and that incurred perfect timing.
By James U. Rizzi3 days ago in Fiction
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