Sleeping Devil


United States
33° 39' 48.5136" N, 117° 15' 42.2388" W

The young man approached

Lips parting like petals

His eyes shining like medals

He pressed his mouth against hers in a moment of cool triumph.

True love’s eternal promise whispered in his ear,

He shushed it with an idea more near:


Yes, they would be lovers.

She was his to be had

Not a friend, not a comrade

No, she would be his.


Sparks ignited against their lips

A transfer of ownership

A master calling to the owned

Dragging the other towards its new home.


She was groggy, a disturbed beauty

Her eyes shot open like brilliant stars,

Then closed in a fraction of a second—


In ecstasy.


No, they would not be lovers

He was hers to be had

As more than a comrade

Yes, his soul would be hers


He crumbled against the harsh pressure,

His body reduced to a few ashes as his spirit fueled hers.


Closing her eyes she resumed her position and waited

Yet again.


Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741