did you sell your soul to the devil did you
as easy as it might be you did it once
thrice arriving late to the crowd in fervor
burning bridges over droughts of soil
so dry the water so abandoned the flesh
blood so dry under fingernails prickly horns 
the sudden realization of the body electric 
short circuited in the halls of hell the shadows
of lives gone by in silence the treasonous pain
and the voice of reason absent from such
ambiguous moments of dubious thruth

© omulloa