I think The Devil spent a lot of time courtin' me when I was young.
I'd have nightmares, continuous visitations of him trying to slip inside me.
Aged, I acknowledge this relationship, it pulls my hair
laces up my lips.
I'm now attracted to his death
I even like the way t(his) word is shaped, with it's hooks running up and down my eyes.
Goosebumps on nipples.
(here you are)
~ Jessica M. Wilson