by megan sargent

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

the devil's helper


I shake at his blank eye stare
blank eye magnets, brown eyed vortex
pull me in along with the world

 flicked his tongue with stories
made me a siren, made me a monster
cleaned my side of the mirror

the devils helper's older than my home
built by my father, safe until he entered
can i lock the door until were done?

instinct says its poison,
im ready to die, he says its pretty
like me, says the devils helper