I danced with the devil last night.
He whispered lovingly into my ear memories I’d thought I’d buried long ago.
I danced with the devil across the stars last night, in the arms of a man whose beauty rivals Adonis.
His hair as dark as a raven’s wing, eyes the color of a sky in spring.
As long as he didn’t speak, I let myself believe whatever I dreamed was possible.
I believed he loved me.
I believed he was unjustly cursed.
I believed he would never allow anyone to ever hurt me.
I believed I was his and his alone.
I danced with the devil last night and of course in the end, it was he who won.
For when he was finished with our dance, the ocean fell, the clouds thinned, and it was my bones breaking as I hit earth, it was my blood spilling unseen beneath the ruby red gown that my hope had once turned blue.