Love of the devil (A poem)

A cloth figure dangled from above,

Dark slender hands carressed the doll,

The devil had its puppet in hand.

 

It flicked up one finger,

And the puppet jerked

upwards violently.

 

 

Thin pale lips slowly curled upwards,

And a slight bony curve formed.

The devil smiled

innocently.

 

 

(like don’t make fun of this lol

I’m still spamming poems I spent like 30 seconds writing

 

also, this was published at 3am because on this fateful day, the author was once again attempting to pass the whole day without sleep.)

 

(ok now it’s not 3 am anymore cuz it got edited)

 

 

 

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