Matches

By: Skyla

The wind howled softly,


singing through the trees.


The leaves, they quiver,


swallowing the breeze.


The girl sang silently,


running through the field.


The trees swayed as one,


offering a shield.


She dove into the darkness,


sliding through the woods.


Behind, the house shone brightly,


burning all the goods.


She dropped a box of matches


as she hurried on her way.


Smiling to herself as she


looked forward to the day.


Later on, that night,


as she heard the sirens ring,


the girl turned on her radio


to hear a light voice sing.


She turned it up so loud


that she couldn’t hear the sound


of the people, or the crashes


of things falling to the ground.


Quite a few days later,


as they shifted through the ashes,


they were looking for a clue,


and someone found the matches.


The girl panicked and was sure


that she had been found out.


So she raced on to her house


without a shadow of a doubt.


When she was in her room


her curtains she did light.


Then she sat there all alone


illuminating the night.


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