Our hands are linked and gaze at each other as

we sprint into the ally that seems everlasting, and hide

from the grim that seeks to unfold us.

He whispers, as I tentatively listen and

Bang— I hear, and witness as She— stands

looking towards our shaking bodies.

I look down and gasp at the sudden sensation

as deep as my fear and dark as my vision.

His lithe complexion ceases and behold

the colour of his once blushing red skin.

Eyes wide open and head to my lap,

he gazes not blinking the tears away.

Paint strokes of death bash his body as the

unfaithful crescent above cackles at the broken promises.

My eyes enclosed, tight and miserable,

lashes kissing the tears of loss.

The wind hums a solitude grazing my heart

and wounding my skin deeper than pain

from infinite deadly nightmares.

Creak— Behold the mighty, who holds the hands of death.

My legs rise at the presence before me,

hooded and clad with darkness.

Then I witness the door to the all these reasons.

Eyes of torture and delusion.

He strides, a weapon vile mirroring fate,

My chest awakens. At last, I see, the

mere existence that I once believed.

You— The one that I see. Hooded by the ugly, drenched of sin.

A reality that I wish to exile. You are no one to be.

For I'll drown you to eternal damnation.

Thamasha is an emerging poet and writer. She is currently a student pursuing her bachelor's degree in Psychology. Her favourite themes to write about are reality, time, emotions and the universe! She resides in Colombo, Sri Lanka with her Mother and Sister.