Amongst the devil’s possessions, she found –
The sound of laughter drifted up from the street below, making her feel very alone in this new town
There’s been a heatwave for days.
You’re in a desert.
There’s a cold feel to the place.
An abandoned sign with splintered corners and fading letters which read, “Here I Died”.
And another just adjacent with “Still I Tried”.
What is more peculiar, there are no bones in which the grave resides.
In the darkest moss, footprints carry deep regret.
When measured with mine they never seem offset.
When faced with the truth I seem to always forget.
Thoughts of you stored in the tightest of webs.
My favorite demon to help me retrace my steps.
Surprisingly though I never needed much help.
That’s just another lie I’m always telling myself.
I’m guessing pride is this level of hell.
To be continued…
© Delia Ross. 2019
* I’ve been working on this one for a while. I’ve been exploring the darker side of religion and Human Nature. My focus has been on hell and Lu and human nature (emotion). I stepped out of my comfort zone with this one, not just on subject matter but on form as well. I am exploring the seven deadly sins and the first one is on pride. * critique and collaboration is welcomed