The Perfect Destruction


As a tear slid down my fire-bruised skin,

You spoke to me.

Your laughter- scathing.

Your voice- violating.

I rose from the flames, a gleaming red Phoenix- reborn.

The bodies- mere screeches of terror.

Their mutilated faces- harbingers of devastation.

Your smile- scalding.

Them- I offer as vengeance.

I scar my scorched soul, melting.


I bleed.

I burn.

I mutilate.

I am immortal!

I am the divinity in death!

The night embraces me - creeping vines.

The darkness devours me.


Author ~ Debolina

Editor ~ Sia

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