Sin and destruction,
with poison on her lips
and acid in her fingers,
it had all been destroyed and covered in ashes,
there were anger and wickedness in her words
However,
she touched me like a rose petal,
she kissed my tears
and cleaned my wounds,
she kept me warm in the winter
and gave me joy in the fall,
she was death and war
but with me
It was the life and peace I was looking for.
T.A.
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