Tanisha Rajan
Aug 4, 20211 min
A child of all yet none of her years
A man with all the years that appeared
Dream lit eyes and a sweet smile
She asked the other his name
He grinned and replied, only if you do the same
I am Naivete, she said without thinking
And waited for him to answer, a childlike delusion
A shadowy knife against her neck from behind
She froze, he laughed, I am Deception