Let Me Soar

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Gasoline.

He had found gasoline while cleaning out the basement.

He once heard on a TV show about how flammable gasoline was in a public service announcement as a child. He watched that with his mother.

He began to sing.

"Let me soar."

"Let me soar far from here."

Drip

Drip

Drip

He began to empty what was left of the can. When he realized he wasn't going to get any more out of it he threw it to the side and pulled a box of matches out of his pocket. Where he found them didn't matter.

Fire.

He could make fire now.

"Let my feet raise from the earth."

He could still hear the creaking, he heard the sound flowing through his ears as he continued to sing his song. The children were still all asleep oblivious to what was currently going on.

He set the eyes beside him pointing them directly at his form while he towered over his mother's body as he continued his scrubbing went on for a total of 2 days and a horrid smell began to flood the apartment. He began slashing at her throat. She was too loud and she yelled oh how she yelled finalizing his work before huddling up in a corner.

He was a good boy

He did well

He cleaned mommy.

She was finally clean.

"Let my hair get stuck in the breeze."

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He stood at the front door, the box of matches in hand after several attempts he was able to make a spark. Then finally an actual flame.

He dropped the match and screamed.

Screamed out in pain as his body caught fire and the fire began to spread. Screamed out like we all did when entering this world.

He screamed at the world. He screamed at the universe.

He screamed.

He finally finished swinging now staring up at the night sky. The stars were twinkling above him as the moonlight graced his pale face. His brown eyes twinkled just as bright as the stars. He smiled fully. He was also tired.

So very tired.

Finally ready to rest.

You know perhaps if he were born in a different life. He would wake up to morning breakfast ready to begin another fun day in a peaceful world.

Seven was always screaming. He didn't understand himself he didn't get to.

He didn't understand his mind but he lived in it.

He lived in it for so long

But as he drifted off to sleep looking back on the fun day he had and he felt calm. He felt warm.

He felt free.

"Let me take off and leave to finally find peace."

{The end}