Sleeping with the Devil.
It took 13 years but i finally got the chigga* to admit
who he was
and broooooooo….
It took something as simple as a literary device, which, I didn’t think he’d get because he’d always been too literal to understand my metaphors.
This one he got. And took to heart.
And so
he claimed he would become what I had named him.
and i don’t know how i couldn’t have recognized him all this time but tonight, he showed me the devil he was. The devil he is.
He flipped chairs, and tables, his face turned a devious shade of red as it contorted and he screamed vile, ungodly things at me.
Thing is up until tonight, at 9:45
I was damn sure that the devil in our bed was me.
*Chigga is from the Netflix series: “The Characters, featuring Natasha Rothwell.” I love this show because it helps me think about character sketching for my stories. “Chigga” was brilliant!
My Power. My Pleasure. My Pain. 