The Devil's Wife

May 31, 2017
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Flames consume us,
Yet the spark between
Has burned out.
And if it it ever flickered
The evidence has surely been scorched-
No doubt.
The light is darkened-
Eternally now.

I am a delicate blister.
Bubbling and boiling
Deep within his skin,
But no attention is paid-
Not to me,
Not to us.
My soul forever weighed.

He involves himself elsewhere
With the others,
The mortals.
Haunting and Tempting
Even the purest of mothers.


To whom I am bound,
Committed in sin.
Bathed, Slept, Woke
In Evil,
To Hell with the smoke.

Smoldering through life
As the Devil’s wife.

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