The floor is wet, the tub is dripping. Nyaster's pale bloodless corpse is slipping, away from my trembling fingertips.

The rope's stretched tight. From such a height, I'm sure she had a new perspective as she fell. Down into the bowels of hell. It's a good thing the rope was there to catch her fall. Damn it all.

Her web's undone. Eaten by her son. I thought it was the other way around. This all happened while I was sleeping, they never made a sound.

Her cheerful smile, gone for a while. Or such is what she told me. I found her dead, without a head. Her body lying by the tree.

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My fists clenched white. This isn't right. I stared at the smoking oven. She was a bitch, as expected of a witch, that was cast out of her coven. But I would never want her to go this far. It was just a play, when I told her I wanted war.

Her dirty smile, her flirty wink. Now she can't even blink. I found her pieces in the kitchen sink. God, I need a drink.

Her skin is pale, her blood is pink. I could've laughed if it didn't stink. Her body's stuck in the fridge in grotesque shapes. And decorating the sides, were bunches of purple grapes.

I saw her tail, found her head in a pail. She drowned in a bucket of water. This time I cried. Everyone died. She treated me like a daughter.

There was puke on my shirt, so I thought I would wash it. But when I opened the washing machine she just barely fit. It rattled and rumbled and stopped with a *THUD!* And now my new shirt is stained with demon blood.

Her righteous mouth shall no longer preach. I'm sure she gave an enlightening speech... Before she drank that bottle of bleach.