So, here is my meager offering of a drabble. I must confess that I have never done one of these but this was something playing in my head that needed to get out.

I hope you like it.

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Just another body in the ground.

A nameless, innocent body never asking for this to happen.

Do they even care? Do they realize what I left behind?

The strike of a match is my answer. The consuming flames are my release. Going somewhere I don't belong.

And all it took was the thrust of a blade. A fiery trail running throughout my body, expelling the evil inside of me. Oddly enough, it doesn't hurt nearly as bad as the flames eating away at all that is left of me.

A nameless face paying for a deed I am innocent of.