Fiery Little Thing

by Avina St. Graves

I’d almost feel inclined to call her cute—but the word is too mundane to describe what she is. Alluring. Bewitching. Catastrophic. Certifiable.

If anyone makes you cry, then their death is yours. I just need to know if you want it served on a silver platter or gold.”

I’ve never been a man of God, but I would get down on my knees and worship her until the day hell takes me.

I want her to be happy. And if everyone has to die for that to happen, then I better get good at digging graves.

Violent. Deranged. Disastrous. Perfect.