I saw the Devil last night walking on the side of the highway.
Strait from hell in a red dress ripped to shreds over blue jeans
with hair like Khali. She whore a black hoodie—a cape to shroud
her tendrils. The headlights of my car lit the back of her like a spot
light as this Creature came to life, slouching toward Black Canyon City.
Perhaps she has a date with God,
for when I could no longer see her with the head lights,
my eyes trailed back to find her in my rearview; arms flailing, feet stomping
she tore at that black sweatshirt like she meant to tear it off but to no avail,
I still could not see her face. She was mad as hell and I shuddered as I trained my gaze back to the red taillights and double yellow lines of the highway ahead.
I’m sure it was the Devil. And if that was the devil than God can’t be too far off…
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