The butterfly fluttered away from the mass grave.
Genre: Drama
They planted hate in hedgerows all around her.
He wept until no more tears would come.
The leaf helicoptered down into the wood chopper.
The butterfly fluttered away with all my hope.
He fell head over heals for her trap.
Stomach bug. Fifth chair to First. “You’re on!”
Her blood sugar dropped along with her donut.
His plans wilted in the light of day.
She held him at gun point yet again.
He cushioned her fall with his fragile life.
He ate candy until he exploded with despair.
She loved him into the local mental ward.
When he smiled at someone else she left.
He lost his ring on their first anniversary.
He saw his error, and faded into it.
He couldn’t stand her happiness. She must die.
When “Mom’s dead” sounded better than “Mom’s left.”
She stopped at the octagonal sign. He didn’t.
Her mother wasn’t around before the lottery win.