Baked Witch

I have the chance to get to know someone before I give them my heart.

I went on a date.

The devil is my beautiful snake. It winds itself up my ankle, enters my soul and devours my heart. It feels good, I nod my head back and feel the muscles and tissues of my neck stretch out.

Feels so good to be reunited again with… the devil.

That is Matthew’s nickname.

I was irked because I called him and told him we can spend friday together. That’s his day off. He said “Oh…. so no Thursday then. Thanks for letting me know.”

I was completely silent. I had no idea what he could have meant, but my first thought is that I’d given away that I was not free Thursday evening. I was secretly going on a date – one I intend on keeping non-physical.

I didn’t buckle, I held the silence. A bite of fear…. I thought for a while, and said “you’re welcome.”

Matthew, making a snarky comment about my availability was just fine. Because I suppose now we are even…..

I once asked my mother a question, and she spoke about how the devil has all of the power.

I asked, “So does the devil have as much power as God?”

“No,” my mother replied quickly.

I think she was lying….