I look in the mirror. I can't believe what happened to my eyes. I'm not there. They look flipped upside down. All I can do is leak, leak, leak-- the sink catches them; nothing else. A pillow catches them, nothing else. I pretend there is any detachment long enough to run away from it. But there isn't.
I saw my devil today, in the parking lot. He was not well hidden. Half-crouch, slow, hands splayed crabwalk back around the carport brick, back to the waiting side of the dumpster. Blue hood pulled tight around peanut brittle face. He lets me know the arrangements have been made, and now it's just the wait. And I need to give the tailor my measurements.
How is evil born into the world, many ask. With blink the word in the heart. With the word in blink the heart and a backward shuffle, I answer.
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