She had invisible horns
Blackened splits and hellfire eyes
Devilish and drawing
Calling to my every sin
Dancing in slow motion doused in hope
Fangs as pretty as can be
The words inked across both wrists “Everybody” and “Prays”
Subtle whisperings, asking of sins
The heat of her breath searing my face
“What? Lost your voice? Or just don’t know what to say?”
No, I suppose I don’t, I guess I’ll just have to pray