The petunia blew off like my mind in space. The horizon peaked until it split the moon. Fire colored my sunset, and broke the bird's neck. Which bird? The one that slit my wrists with a swoop. Ah yes it really wasn't a bird. A human? Yes. How in the hell do you betray a killer? Humanity in big proportions like love, emotion and catharsis. But it was my friend who stole the meaning of life.
Pyromaniac... just like his father.