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.
Mar 9, 2011
Mar 9, 2011 at 8:41 AM UTC
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.
C.Voss (2010)
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