When I was born
I was told
that the Devil
would be the
most
hideous
contraption
one could ever encounter.

That I would
smell
anger and pain
from miles away
before
he
entered the room.

That he would sneak up
behind me
and whisper
poison
into my ears.

That he was
the
migraines
that would
beat
down
on my head

and the
nightmares
that I couldn't run away from.

But what they said was wrong.

I met the devil,
and she was
the
most
beautiful
being
my eyes have and will ever see.

I didn't know
That the fallen
Archangel
would smile
and I would feel
meaning

and that
Satan herself
would lure
me
into a trap
made of
what seemed to be
soft warmth and
kindness,

but inside were
knives of
hate
jealousy
greed
slashing away at her
willing victim

and that she would make
me
the devil
I was so
afraid of.