It comes.
The Devil comes to rend my soul from my body
gleefully watching my flesh wither and
melt into the sheets
into black goo.
It goes up,
My leg,
My hips,
My abdomen, then
my chest,
To my impending doom.
“Your heart is mine.”
Its breath reeking of decay,
Its eldritch whiskers on my cheeks
A trill escapes its maw.
It stretches its claws near my neck,
Quivering with anticipation.
It leans to sniff the aroma of its prey,
Triangular horns twitching in excitement.
Its crooked tail a hypnotizing spiral,
A cruel metronome tick-tocking away.
Its talons knead my breasts
Nestling into me under the moonlight.
He hums.
His onyx coat,
nebulae shimmering under Luna’s grace,
His whiskers
shooting stars in the pitch-black wall.
His curious and loving gaze a blackhole bending
the gravity of my affection and warping my fear into relief.
The vibrations of His purrs smooth vibrations
resonating with
my heart.
The night sky, obscured;
Disappearing into oblivion, reappearing with a sleight of hand.
Curled up like a swirling ball of black matter, He turns to adjust and
returns to slumber.
Perhaps I shall, too.
My little Guardian who
Protects me from the Darkness.
My Little Light in the Darkness.
My Lightbringer.
My little Void.
My Lucifer.
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