A Red Dress Hangs in my Closet

The Devil

Is my thoughts.

In them, I am tormented,

flayed,

A hundred thousand times

shamed.

The thoughts run rampant

when left unattended.

Their position commands

an authority

that pushes me into places

I have regretted.

There is so much demon fire,

I sizzle when I'm tempted.

The only Devil I've ever

known is myself,

and the rest of existence

need not fear,

She is consumed

In self-indulgence.