Creative Writing Collection

Devil in Me

       A hurting pain that comes and goes. Kind of like the sea shore. Lapping softly against me some days, crashing on me the next, or held far away, not to return for a good while.

       It’s like there’s something inside of me, tearing me apart. But I can’t ever tell the difference between its control and my control.

       The death of me will be caused by this thing within, I am sure of it. It knows my temptations, my desires, my misdeeds. But most of all, it knows how to control both sides of me, how to make both masks function in flawless performance.

       There is a sinner in me. Does that mean I’m a sinner, too? Because this devil within me, is me. A conflicting interchanging self. I can hear myself, both selves, shout to one another: “You will be the death of me!”