The Suffering

She was the perfect girl.

Experiment.

My victim to let suffer.

 

She suffered under my watch.

I watched her bleed.

Starve.

And burn.

 

Her ashes

Lay on my basement floor.

A vase lay by the table

To gather the ashes in later.

 

Tomorrow

I shall place her by the alter.

Inside the local church.

For others to see how she died.

 

To show them

I let her suffer.

Bleed.

Starve.

And burn.

Reviews

[Solidad]

There is no remorse here yet there is guilt in the line:
"I shall place her by the alter."
Almost speaks with the tone of a vigilante. This is well written =)