by SOHINEE DEY
I live with the wreaked pieces in a wrecked up world, Those tears and stitches; a reflection of the Netherworld.
Avenged sevenfold, I am. I need no fixtures; I am happy with the sutures.
I painted a picture so vivacious That it turned me into a woman so pernicious.
Eyes fixated on the surreal and devastation everywhere, I huddle within myself to save my pieces scattered somewhere.
I look back up, the bizarre mix of facts and fantasy, I see. A blazing fire consumes me, eradicating the old me.
In place is a woman I have never seen before.
Burnished is her self, Tarnished is her soul, Askew is her appearance.
Born from the ashes, Surreptitious imperfections, she no longer hides.