my devil’s paintbucket
by marie gordon
It was my night
In the devil’s den
It was my night
To breathe sweet air
Our dresses swayed
Reds and blacks twirled
Giggling ‘neath green eyes
Was it our night
The colors swirl
Wrapping consciences
Tearing siGn down
Off sparkly walls
Sin isn’t black
Not red, no more
Who said devils sin
Only people
When colors mixed
The darkness glowed
Under green eyes
Our treachery swooned
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