MicroHorror

Can you imagine… a devil wanders the earth, delighting in misery, tasting pleasure, dancing along, the wanderlust king… meets one of God’s own… falls in love? Innocence and purity? He vaguely remembers the light, the sanctity of life, what it is to view the world with wide eyes full of wonder, fear.

Is it the temptation to bring one down to the carnal side of life? To reveal the world of carnival barkers promising fantastic gifts for a small sacrifice? Where the air hangs heavy with sweet humid sugar? Dust clouding one’s vision, breaking sight of the exits. To thrill on the rusted Ferris wheel… it’ll only cost… only cost… only cost a dollar.

Is it fair? Fare? Or does he want to see the other side… to imbibe what was once his? Drink up child, for you are thirsty.

Hers is church. His is bonfires.
Hers is life. His is death.
She breathes the Light. He exhales the Dark.

At the end of every day though night must fall once again…
and yet dawn will come again…
twilight…
there is the middle.