The Devil

long before I met the devil, 

perchance, on a crossing path,

i said,

the infernal befriends an angel,

so the angel becomes infernal

The roundabout in the rumbling dark sculpted my breath into stillness, i could hear the trains whistle,

or maybe it was drifters

treasures spilled from a cloth-made bag, 

tied last-minute with a rope meant to accessorize my neck

drifting, whispering, and the wind moaned to me

unbearable proximity

my heart caught its breath onto my spine,

The figure approached

when all i could do was fumble through my ribs to slice open the ruptured plaques, pumping each artery to burst

as the drifters clotted my blood,

but they were dead

i had been hearing whispers from the dead,

MY KNEES CRUMBLED ONTO THE SOOT BECAUSE I GOT SCARED

i had to let my heart go and wrench them back into place 

because they had cracked open in the shape of an x

i caught my unspoken breath,

wailing in sorrow upon the sight of wings surpassing those of angels

a chest was shuddering, but it was not mine

tubes squeezed, bones squeezed

neither of them mine

and i coughed, but it was in rewind,

and came from the outside

all he had to do was stop for me to start screaming uncontrollably

my hands trembled to the treasure,

i wanted him to take it, to look at it

but the only thing there done was a pointed finger onto my neck

my pendant was my greatest posession

i had lied, offered a cover-up instead

his pointed finger was a powerful magnet and my necklace the end

skin gushed open as it didn't bother unchaining itself,

and slit my neck,

but there was no blood,

only my conscious head

it's still there, today

under the crossing