Calm Corruption

In a quiet way, I have always felt the devil somewhere behind me.

Never in an intimidating way. Just a reminder.

There’s something deep in my head I’ve hidden from myself.

He’s never been on my shoulder. Never so bold.

But when I find myself in a low place, I need only look up to catch a fleeting glimpse.

A child that daydreamed of being stolen away by wolves grew into bones that long to be buried.

Yes, I am more than I expected to be.

It’s not that he wants me dead. I don’t know what he wants.

I can’t tell the expression on his face as I fight back tears whenever I find myself alone.

I don’t think we need each other. There’s more a mutual curiosity.

Perhaps I’m a violent car crash he can’t drag his gaze away from.

It’s not that he wants me dead. But he is waiting for the clock to stop ticking.