The Devil taps me lightly on the shoulder
His fingers cold
His touch empty
i inhale the sticky
humid air
of the subway
fluorescent lights flicker
keeping my eyes open
He glides His hand down my back
finding my zipper
splitting my back in two
my spine breaks free
blood pours out
He keeps unzipping me
letting every part of myself
leave
until i am a pile of
nothing
and everything
i once was
the subway stops
The Devil leaves