Fallen mirror

I sold my soul
to a very insistent
passerby.
Way too pushy.

But it was the devil
to get to
a final price,
I gave him the wits
and he made my life
a hell...

I bought a land
in the center hell
to a bureaucratic passerby
who feared being condemned
by the judge of the end of days.

a common barter
signed in blood
with a stranger
almost reliable.


PAR