The Devil In White
Osemeni fell in love with the devilthe devil in lovethe devil insidethe devil whispered in my ear
“Right now. Find out who sent it, where it came from, and how fast it moved.”
He exhales. “You think it’s her?”
“I think,” I say, my tone colder than it’s ever been, “it’s time to stop thinking and start knowing.”
"We can't keep receiving messages everyday from a ghost, who is good at playing mind games. I'm Adrian morrite and we don't play games we create them.
After saying that I hung up, I stand by the window, watching the smoke from the chimneys curl into the night sky.
The fire, the wire, the lies, they all blur together now.