Growing up, she had a twisted sense of humor. Sometimes the evil took over the now-little puriness of her soul. Selfish , deceiver; what she built her life on. Anybody who dared to get close would suffer greatly. How convenient people were to her,
Disposable and worthless. What did she ever want in life? The question remains. As I visit her grave, I can still feel her poison. But her toxic ways can’t kill anyone anymore. I wonder if she is burning in hell, Or resting peacefully as she lays.