an angel and a devil materialize on each shoulder,
standing beneath the stage lights,
empty-mouthed, waiting for a whisper of a line,
but who is to say what’s wrong or right?
i know I’m not.
their playbook dances in my head,
so if not me, then who?
n.h.
Sep 10, 2025
Sep 10, 2025 at 10:04 AM UTC
an angel and a devil materialize on each shoulder,
standing beneath the stage lights,
empty-mouthed, waiting for a whisper of a line,
but who is to say what’s wrong or right?
i know I’m not.
their playbook dances in my head,
so if not me, then who?
n.h.
