Seeking
I am a demon and I want to be better….
The priest stared at the girl
A smile flickered for a see on his face
He grunted a cough
A demon wouldn’t want better -he beamed with exaggerated sense of worth at his answer
She tilted her head up
Her sockets devoid or eyes
Just a black crude pool wisp of greys slithering its depths
I need to be better…help me
A tear trickled her face it course burning the skin
like lightening crackle….
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2024
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