I Met the Devil and He Was Pretty, Chill
i saw some floaters and then a rip in something that wasn’t there
fingerprints of 12 to 15 fingers a hand
cries of crows from another dimension
black ink dripping, then bouncing back up
in a half-full glass of aqua regia
down the broken steps to hell
i saw yellow headlights glazed over with
“come here” he said and i couldn’t resist
i zoomed in on his eyes and saw a fresh
piercing in his pupil; sparkling gore and bloody wine
and pure angel dust and white horses
sacrifice without losing a thing
borrowing portals from the underworld to use as
a decoration or nails in a cross, like
when he died and the
blood rushed to his head
Copyright © Ashlea Senft | Year Posted 2019
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