i wanted to yell so hard that tom riddle's

eardrums would explode into a hot,

void coloured liquid running down

the side of his disfigured face.

i wanted to shove his wand down his throat,

let the pomegranate red sparks ignite

out of it's tip,

give him a taste of his beloved

iridescent craniums the colour of pine trees

crimson serpents coiling and slithering

like violent hurricanes and bullets of steel.

you were standing in front of the death eaters,

a mask of stone placed carefully on your face.

i pleaded in my mind,

i prayed,

i begged.

but your screams were deafening

and your cries muted mine

prayers forgotten,

chants crumbled.

on your forearm was now imprinted a

grotesque snake coiling around a human skull.