Labyrinth

By Anveeksha Reddy

It embodied of a tenuous artefact, the evidence of my blood sweat and tears captured into an elixir so powerful, it was bound to cease the never-ending miseries within me, shower me with the resilience that I needed to piece together my life into this world. It was the epitome of power, vigor, glory all in a potion so imperium, it defied all the human laws to exist, it trounced all that you could ever ask for, but rather it lost its battle to your push or maybe you were too tyrannical for it, perhaps it was your venom that blew it off to a million pieces that I was left to grieve about for now you not only ruined my being into broken lacerations of a mirror where I could not recognize my own self in those million tiny reflection for it showed a plethora of different reflections that I despised of myself to be. You ruined my being and the antidote to your version of my ruin. Perhaps my only way out of my ruin would be my relic for its antidote can wreak havoc so strong it would blind our eyes for any other atrocities to ever be witnessed within our sight. I wish upon the closure of all my remedies of the wrath within my soul, injecting its beautiful virulent so strong it pushes its way through my veins, ruling on me, fixing itself a throne so strong, it feigns its immense power upon my being, owning something that could never be labelled as something that does not relate to me. you never tend to be the reason to my ruin, it seems that my fate seems to dwell into my lows for its laughs contending itself with a malignant verve, thrashing my delicate house. Perhaps you love being the dread of my despair, the gushing wind that collapses my house of cards.

By Anveeksha Reddy