the devil (again…)

his fangs had brushed skin

his word the blood beneath it

the cage in my chest

is his purgatory now,

his shaking fingers only

wrapping around my ribs,

bellows aching through

muscle through flesh.

if only

you claimed my heart

not my mind, diablito.

you are not cupid you are icarus so i can be the hell you fall to.

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