They say I'm a new person everyday

How do I explain to them that I am Azrael? 

I keep killing versions of me

I have killed so many of them that I've lost count

Sometimes I strangle them to death

Sometimes my knife stabs them in the chest

Sometimes I push them down into the ocean

Sometimes I let cyanide consume them from within

Their screams deafen my ears

Their eyes engulf my mind

Look, my hands are red with blood!

They say I'm a new person everyday 

How do I explain to them that I am Jesus too?

I keep resurrecting versions of me

Exhume the bodies lying under dust and dirt

Take them home

Scrub them clean, cook them meals

I embellish them with jewellery

and extricate them from misery

Their giggles fill the room

Their eyes moist with gratitude    

Look, my hands are clean again!

"You are a new person every day," they say

Only if they knew what it takes to be a new person every day.

The writer is a student of 11th grade at SOS Hermann Gmeiner College Dhaka.