MY DEVIL IN RED You mock me when I see you dressed up in red And big beads of anger drop from my head. Escaping is gone; you are burned in my eye; You deserve my prolonged and vengeful cry. Long nights of stress are killing me slowly. Please go away; I would be happier lonely. My neurons keep throbbing in seeing you there; I’d rather ingest bloody needles and hair. You invade my mind and haunt every inch While I keep praying I’ll awake with a pinch; The torment you inflict seems never to cease, And each night my dream is to be living in peace. I study night and day, but it doesn’t matter; I believe you want my head on a platter. A hole in hell is brighter than this kind of fate, So get the hell off my test, you damn 98!
Art and literary journal of University of Jamestown, Jamestown, N.D.