Unmentioned strangers whisper sweet nothings in my ear,
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.

Sandra Reynolds

Sandra Reynolds

Editor at NY Literary Magazine
Sandra earned her B.A. in English. She works part-time as a freelance writer and proofreader. Sandra was born in Massachusetts and currently resides in NYC with her fiance and their adorable pug.
Sandra Reynolds