Formidable enemies with intentions so unclear.
I am forced to sit down, to listen and respect
Their unceremonious chatter and values they reject.
One wears a halo, glowing like the future:
White robes, golden smile — heavenly composure.
This one’s got vows and rules that I must follow:
Ways of ensuring that I have a tomorrow.
The other has horns that terrify and fascinate
He has derelict feelings he wants me to reciprocate.
Heavy opinions on easy-way-outs and the anatomy of my heart,
Telling me what I truly desire within the crevices of my art.
An angel and a devil: utter sin and petty grace,
Both have come to visit me —
Both strangers wear my face.
(c) Copyright 2016 Eunice-Grace Domingo
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