When we surfaced, it was from the pits of darkness
There was poison that flowed down our limbs
There were voices that screamed and sighed
There was nothing against our smoldering inferno

We were dark

We were together a stunning portrait
Your eyes were red, my eyes black
Your ears heard whispers of little evil things
Your lips met mine and I felt your soul

I tasted hurt

We embraced and I felt your heart beat
I knew your coiled hair was rough against my fingers
I knew each breath was a fulfilled promise
I knew we were angels of demonic retribution

We were healing

We were horrors, but not quite unexpected
We turned to land and sea, two conquests
We were spirits, true, champions, yes, since
Men created monsters, but did we create men?


Manya Bharadwaj 11 AICE P

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