I found a hand written letter
From the devil, left under my
Crushed feather filled pillowcase
The morning after I sacrificed
My silhouette to sleep
Underneath those
Discarded angel wings.
It read:
            The gates of Hell have finally frozen over,
             So don’t sweat it so much up there.
             You’re making me anxious.
And that got me thinking
Maybe I do take this game
Way too seriously,
Because, just like me,
The devil doesn’t write in cursive.