The Underbelly

the devil walked in the room first thoughts are to exit calmly a round of sounds complete his entrance artfully chimes, alarms, a decadent trumpet plays the senses curiously mysterious it would be to refuse a grave impulse as the hand opens simply the upright begging posture holds methodical to his evil core releasing a despair so cunning, a predator smiles sincere tiny little prickles rushing, cautioning, faithful and dear become an Elegant dance of tingles paired along my spine in fear trust denies the plea and the Ego shines with a craving for sinister instant addiction, the ever soft whisper in a mere Hello promise opens with a red licorice smile and a hunters glow a Presence so cunning, massive weight a mere feather drifting to the floor every peak in my pulse cuts deeper to an undiscovered center negotiations owns every breath that awards the monster desperation, so comfortable with descent and further an Intoxicating reach and a strength that could free the blind seduction defines and entwines me into the exquisite serpentin vulgar shaping sweet curving as the wet rocks of a river’s flow temptation to the hang of a spider’s woven row’s of show sticky webbed surrender I hang above the perfect jagged rocks below powerless to leave or disappear now the Devil walked in the room Terry Darcy-Ryan