Last night I slept with The Devil.
I endured this entrapment, reluctantly persuaded that it was for the higher purpose of catching The Devil out. Whose purpose? I wrestled with my growing anger and resentment, until it grew stronger than I. In destroying our uneasy union, I railed and fought against whispered wisdoms to be ‘dignified’ and ‘professional’. It is simply not in my nature to be so duplicitous as to betray my own code, for if you can’t live your convictions, then what is your life worth?
This was a dream, bright in light, dark in soul, and not about religion. How did The Devil not see this coming?