Wishing on a Burning Star

She wished upon her lucky star.

Wishing.

          Wishing.

                       Wishing.

But as she clung to that star she realized

that it wasn’t lucky.

Bad

       luck.

Evil

               luck.

She clutched that fiery star in her hand.

A star shaped burn formed and

would haunt her forever more.

Forever

and

                                              Ever.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s