Tortured Innocence (Or so they thought)

I made a deal with the devil
giving him my soul
solely for a chance at retribution.
He gave it to me so willingly
promising he would see me when I arrived home.
I haunt desolate moors
busy side streets
rooms dusty with misuse
those burnished bright beneath a layer of wax
awaiting the dance to begin.
I am the hidden desire
bleak truth that you harbor
nightmares I bring
to make you shudder
to make you fear
to make you look over your shoulder
wondering
if I am near.
Croon softly in your ear
melody of death
played when you carved your initials
into my flesh.
I ran away in my head
away from the pain
the tears
the fears roiling within.
Your mutilated love
which you professed it to be
made me into this succubus
that you do so see.
You and the Devil
naive you thought I be
only to discover
I am far worse than both of you
together
two to my one.

©Oct. 29/19
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Author: Jay-lyn Doerksen

I am a single hard working mom in her 40's. I have always written poetry and I love words. I live with depression and its ups downs. This is a space where I can create and write all that I need to.

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