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-Martha met the Devil-
Martha met
the Devil,
she'd swear
it was true
Lord knew
her troubles,
her entire family
was unglued
She'd doubt
her faith over
the phone to my
grandmother
Something like,
"I've been prayin,
I'm starting to
doubt my faith."
Later that day
as she cleaned
her place,
she'd come face
to face with a man
standing in her way
She was horrified,
his eyes were holes;
she knew this thing was
there to take her soul
She ran for her
bedroom,
she hit her knees
to pray;
he'd been right
behind her
the entire way
His breath,pushed
the hair around
on her neck,
his growl stood
them up
She'd scream forth
her faith to send him
"Dear God,make it stop!"
He'd flee, as if he were hurt,
leaving the smell of sulfur;
his echo was the squeals
of a slew of pigs being
slaughtered
She never would tell anyone
what he looked like,so that
we could look out for him;
in case we may see
I always thought
he looked like me.
Published 20th Nov 2016
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... ... i know it has nothing to do with Old Haven on Martha's Vineyard, Massachusetts, an island where the movie "The Ghost Writer" (2010) was shot, but...
21st Nov 2016 1:30am
Based on a true
account,
as sworn by my
great-aunt
Martha
Thanks for reading
-j
account,
as sworn by my
great-aunt
Martha
Thanks for reading
-j
