You Made Her One

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

expensive.

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