The Day I Sold Myself to the Devil

The day I sold myself to the devil

was when she said yes to everything I asked

With the warmth she lured me in

Promises of gold that she had yet to offer

It takes me a year to outgrow my expectation and wish

I have learned I will not ever seek any gold or diamond to be kept inside the chest

Except for the one that I figuratively hold

over my rack bones and close to my ribs

The one which pulses and soon to convulse

When I am pushed over the limit

For reasons that make me cringe

The hypothetical heart that contains all of my emotion

That is now shrinking with damaged beat

Ever since I have not yet to refuse to stop feeding the devil's greed

I am a welcome mat to her feet

Whenever she steps from the outside after a rainy day

Her dirty feet grease on to my body

I am her purchased good, if that's she makes me think I am

But tell her that I am not

I am a human of independence

Not a slave to her endless needs

Because who the hell she thinks she is and what else has she granted me of

Except a mere fragment of survival and endurance

I take care of my own livelihood

All the happiness, sick, health, wealth, poor

Life and death

Yet the devil keeps harassing a woman

Who lives no more than half-of her age

Of her precious lifetime which she values more than others

As if this universe was made to rotate for her and her alone

Round and round it goes

I locked the eyes of the devil on one afternoon

The same eye I saw the other day when I sold myself

But the warmth melted and gone

Leaving only cold core on the surface

And I walked pass

Chined up

Showing no fear nor submission