The Gods are always cruel.
Justice is cruel.
She is beautiful.

Like ice and swords and laughter, like venom and sake and pride,  like the gossamer silk she wears and the ebony of her hair,and her  flippant words that shake mountains with their irreverence.

“I’m bored.”

She pulls strings and makes them dance; fire to burn fire and wrathful storms to swallow a cooler breeze whole. She caresses them with cool hands and soft words that they choke on as her deceit strangles them. She sheds tears and breaks her heart over their poetic pain while drawing intricate designs on the floor with their seeping blood.
“Live, live, live!” she says, in her voice like smokey nights, as she polishes her knife and perfects her poison.

She is crystal tears and scattered blossoms; she is bottled love and dark, glittering desire; she is unslaked lust and endless, blue oceans.

She is beautiful, just as she is cruel.


1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. vishalbheeroo
    May 22, 2013 @ 19:55:19

    Deeksha, you never cease to amaze me with ur writing::)


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