devils whistle

she sits alone in a dark room the thoughts consume her

 she reaches for the devils whistle she shakes with excitement 

 the fires of hell twinkle in her eyes as the devils smoke forms 

she feels the warm embrace of the devils hug he whispers in her ear only i will ever love you

 she lays down the whistle and allows him to lay with her

 she lays there enjoying his touch she opens her mouth and no words come out only the devils soul 

she closes her eyes and allows him to have full control over her every thought and emotion

 she lays still in the dark she feels silence forming in her world 

she lays still for the passion and with that the devil leaves her and she feels the cold of the world return to her body 

Reviews

[Angela Proctor]

ty very much yes my friend had a serious addiction i was helping her threw recovery this writing just came to me one day

[Roger Turgeon]

The devil's whistle looks suspiciously like a crack pipe...an item for surrender and to forget. Well played.

[Blogger]

wow....this is very unique. I like how 'the devils whistle' jumps off the page. I have no idea of what that is but it sounds imaginative and kinda awesome, though scary.

[Angela Proctor]

thank you very much i fell in love with this one the minute i wrote it having this page and all the horrible things i have going on right now i have had a huge creative burst

[Blogger]

Cool! That is awesome. so you like it here?

[Angela Proctor]

I love it here my writings have sat in a notebook for ever an sharing them with family an friends you never know if the opinion is real so to share in a environment that's open I feel more confident in the opinion