Trees

The leaves outside. They twist and twirl. The trees have died. And in the cold is a girl. So pretty and so alone. She made the city her own. Scrapes scar her knees. The trees whispering her dirty deeds. Gave up her role. As a caring sister. Gave up on control. Ever since he kissed her. Uninvited. Intruder. The prey was sighted. Not happy with one, he became a looter. Taking all he could. More than he even should. So the girl ran, never to return. Not until the trees were condemned to burn. She makes the city a home. Just so she can make it on her own.