Day 10

Word vomit.

Dark thought dark cloud, what is there to see tonight, you look so sweet in pale moonlight, I never would have guessed you were the Devil in sheep’s clothing, more like a wolf, a spawn of unholy madness, a tower of terror in the digital age, all messed up and no place to fall down on your face, never thought you would have seen the light now you’re just a pretty girl all a dither in this ancient world of wonder, thought you might seek out the Devil even though you’re a pretty one yourself, had you at hello did I, had you when I said goodbye, pretty little thing who waits to bite your face in the night, waits to slit your pocket with a watch and wallet, waits to stab you in the back with all the trappings of a wonderful wedding, with what you cannot explain, no, it’s just an early summer day and here you are, gleaming in the sunlight with all your teeth shining brightly and the words lost on you as you see me rise up out of the ashes, what have you done little woman, what is it you find, a monster creeping behind you with great black unfurling wings, will he eat you, oh, maybe he’s the Devil you ran from, maybe he is me but you thought you would escape, now you run, now you lie, now you scream for mercy but it is the blood on your hands, this is your penance my sweet, nothing you know will save you, oh, maybe now you have a chip with which to bargain.