Lola

A very sunny evening

I found a paper

just a piece though

with nothing on it

they told me to get rid of it

frankly, I do not know how a piece of paper upsets anybody or threatens their daily life

it was pink, my favorite color

mind you, it only triggered my family members

who were terrible at the thing called “life”

they were horrible together and more so to me. Like a gang up you might say

and, there were 30 of them

So, the pink piece of paper triggered them because my name “Lola” was written in all caps in an endearing calligraphy

I loved it

but under the page it was signed by no other called “death”

made me question so many things

why me? is this like a chosen thing?

i was living separate lives in one, so what does this stand for?

i started to believe I was dead and that was a gift from a higher authority

eh, who knows?

I killed them all.

and the funny thing is, the piece of paper never got filled up