Today
The Devil is trapped in the Writer’s garden
it smells like apples and the Writer is serving tea
Today
The Devil is trapped in the Writer’s garden
and he
desperately wants to escape
because he is sure
The Writer who is serving him Tea
is
devious, loveable, wicked to the bone
a true Devil in the strictest sense of the word
He is sure
she
wants to keep him
in her Garden
that smells like apples
and
drinking tea
because the symphony of screams
playing in her head
could use one more member
in the Choir.
and she is waiting for
on
false
MOVE!!!
The Devil as muse leaves the Writer confused. She guards herself against being abused by keeping him chained, bound, lashed, and bruised, while he in his agony is sorely amused.