I Remember The Day I Shook Hands With The Devil
I remember the day I shook hands with the Devil The grip was weaker than I expected, but I still could not – did not pull away. His fingers wrapped around our palms slapping together chilled to the core of my soul. His grip grew stronger more comforting with each stroke as I signed the contract. The Demon I refused to let go until it was signed…I didn’t let the letting-go happen… As he held my right, I offered my left hand for the contract-signing blood to be drawn as my right was wrapped in the shake. A scoff burped from between his jagged teeth and with a shake of the head he pulled out another vial full of the blood of all the people I know and love. For the first time I hesitated, but a quick squeeze of my captured surrendered hand and I submitted again and dipped the pen. A large feather, a quill that Satan produced,
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