Poem section: collapse of faith

Written by Aryanshi Singh

I hereby confess to be a murderer, I murdered hope. But- but I assure you it was an act of self-defence, I killed her before she could kill me. She knocked at my door in a beautiful red gown, it hid well the stains of her sins. Her brown curls, like loops no one could escape. Her soft skin, a comfort anyone could rest to. But just as you fall into her arms, her fangs dig in, she feeds on your blood while you snug into her skin. She, the master of all traders, Sells you false relief and takes your life into her hold in return. And when, her false falls apart, she'd kill you. She, the master of all traders, cannot let her name perish. So l, murdered her, I remember, how she screamed, the name of my beloved, and I twisted the knife deeper, in self-defence.