Paint Her Rage

Fire crackles in the reflection of her eyes. 

She is born a demon looking for vengeance, 

Hungry for the blood of those who begged for her body,

Foaming at the mouth for retribution. 

Feed her. 

Mother was a martyr for Pain. 

Father raised Rage.

 Praise her raw anger 

Because no one else will get angry with her. 

Let her burn the outside, 

So her insides don’t turn into ashes. 

Let the smoke drift into the wind,

 Instead of her mouth. 

She was meant to be expressive. 

Let her paint her rage with red. 

Fire crackles in the reflection of their eyes. 

Let them be terrified. 

She is a demon because you made her one.

-Nitika Sathiya