In The Smoke

In the dead of night

Lit only by the screen of the computer

She sits

She lights a cigarette and takes a long, languid pull

As she exhales she can see them

Dancing in the smoke

Taunting her

Haunting her

She can feel she’s not alone

She’s never been alone

Always with her

Always possessing her mind

Her very being

She can feel them on her skin

Drawing her to him

To their master

To the deep dark pits of Hell

She can feel the lure, the pull

Of the Demon himself

Preying on the broken things

The forgotten things

Like her

Alone, abandoned

Ideal prey

Perfect target for his dark ministrations

Will she succumb is his only question

And even then he knows the answer

They all become his in the end

~ by misskrizzm on October 7, 2016.