“He is an angel. An angel without wings,” they said
“You must be so lucky to have him,” they said
“The angel” himself even claimed that he was my guardian.
But if he was my guardian angel,
why did he always come to me with nightmares?
The fearful nightmares
The hurtful speech
Every bad thing he did
That made me so hard keeping my sanity
The angel that could only speak flowers in front of the crowds
I wish someday people will know your true colors,
You are not angel that fall from heaven,
You are an angel that crawl up from hell…
You are a demon in masquerade.
-Kanya Puspokusumo-
Picture “Angel”
Instagram @kanya_digipainting

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