the the devil in me

     She left me the one I love. She packed and left where I could not follow and in her absence I slipped in to my life dream. And that’s when he arrived he was all she was and more a lover a comforter and he knew me better than I knew myself. For I had shared all my memories with him I told him of loss of betrayal of anger of pain of life before him and he listened. As we lay sleeping I would whisper my deep dark thoughts to him and he would take it all in. he would say I would be fine. That he would never love anyone but me. Little did I know he would leave me to. But only for awhile he promised. Said that he needed time alone he said. So I sat and waited and low and behold it was not him that returned first it was her, the love of my life and I thought things would return to the way they were but little did I know that he would return. And keeping him from her was the most I could do but he filled my head with thoughts of loss of betrayal of anger of pain of life before him and he fumed. Had I had released that I was losing control of him. And I had come to the realization that he must be destroyed but in own time together I had shared myself, my sole, with him and he knew as well as I that to destroy him would to destroy part of me. So do I kill him and losses my sanity with him or let him continue without check and deal with the consequences. But the day he reviled his plan to destroy the one I love was the day he must die. And as he lay sleeping I crept to the kitchen oh so quiet. I smiled at the knife drawer and its contents and relished in the fine thin razor sharp blade of fine silver. With its handle in hand I reminisce of our time together the pain. As I climb the stair I thought about our love gilded with anger. As I slinked down the hall I feel the release. I open the door and relish in the moment for betrayal to come and as I straddle him in the bed I listen to the heart about to feel loss. With the point down I slip it in to the 3^rd and 4^th rib. I watch the blood flow from the slice over a blue night gown and as he starts to laugh I cry in damning realization. The realization that he is inside of me and the one lying before me is her. gasping for air as her pink lungs fill with pure crimson blood. So I take her in my arms and let my tears cry to the gods to save the life of the saint whose blood I had spilt. I cry and he laughs at me. I lay her lifeless body to rest. as if my mind has opens in amazing euphoria I see the cold brass latch to freedom beckoning on the window. He turns angry as I turn to its call. He begs as I step on to the ledge just beyond. He scorns as I struggle with this last decision. I realize that we are one. He has killed my love and so have I. Now we must die! Finally I leap. time slows and i see angels on wing guiding me down. As my head cracks the pavement the depart and I fell a release. I feel the pain recede I feel the betrayal righted as he bleed in to the cold snow from the crack in my skull.  In its muddy burgundy I see him a fallen angel die. In my last breath I fell the cold of him leave and the warmth of her arms embrace me to carry me to my destination and in the silence I hear the church bells peal a cry of triumph and they say “another devil dies”.