the face looking back at me of full mischief.
opposed to my christian beliefs where there's no demons, makes my stomach churn. but just because
you can't see it doesn't mean it isn't real.
and just because it seems harmless doesn't mean it is.
a snake could bite you in your own garden.
just like a gaze in one's eyes could harden,
no small detail in life could be pardoned.
like the spikes surrounding the green entity's head.
so many possibilities. it could take different identities.
innocence, mischief, happiness, drunkard spirits, a place in the wall
just for aesthetic.
i look into it's eyes, it's creased eyes.
i look at its smile: stretched, cunning smile.
caved in at its center of gravity making it move beyond its control.
it's something that eats my soul like the most important meal of the day.
divine foreshadowing.
just because a devil isn't red doesn't make it less evil.
so, when it offers you a drink
or it's cunning smile
don't take it.
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Poetrydo you ever wonder what's going on inside? like genuinely, besides the inner monologue? the way your heart pumps, the way your arteries are the taxi drivers of your life, and your bones move you to where you need to go. there's a lot to wonder and s...
