The devil dusted off the scale
The devil dusted off the scale,
placed it so gently in front of me.
He motioned at my bumps and rolls
and every stretch mark he could see.
He let me, wide-eyed, calculate
how my body had betrayed me.
With every bite of food I'd ate,
it'd packed on pounds so evilly.
The devil had to cover his mouth
to keep himself from snickering
as my tears rolled down and down.
"She hates her body for me."
Jesus dusted off the scale,
placed it so gently in front of me.
He motioned at my bumps and rolls
and every stretch mark He could see.
He caught my chin and held my gaze,
"Each mark on your body has meaning."
Lifting His hand, He let me trace
the scars that proved His love for me.
I looked my body up and down,
still not finding any beauty.
"Daughter, your body is a gown-
A map of your faithfulness to Me."
Friends, I may not look the part
But I'm free from my e.d.*
Though blamed by the devil for my weight gain,
It's an anthem of God-trust for me.
[*eating disorder]
The Devil wears a friendly smile, and gloats over your gullibility.
H walks in daylight like ordinary people,
sizing up who he will take next.
Matters not your wealth,
your poorness,
The friends you have,
the work you do.
His job ... recruit minions for his domain.
To keep the fires burning,
as you sweat, toil, scream.
And you will scream.
It's in the contract you never signed.
Sleeping Terror
Curl up to sleep on a dinner plate
Awaken feet first in a behemoths belly
That shadow comes alive again
Taking the shapeless form
Of some towering monstrosity
A sore festering in a nightmares
Swollen cheek
Black mass of teeth that knows
Nothing but pain and meat
An ugly spider in the corner
For whom life is a waiting game
Trapped in an iron lung
Lies nothing but a severed head
That must be content to stare
Wide eyed at the ceiling
Till morning feels like coming home
To save the leftovers
For another nightly feast
grey
the devil wears black and white,
blurring the lines between good and evil.
muddling together into shades of grey.
moral ambiguity dulling our world
into slurred monochrome,
like half-melted snow
collecting at the edge of the road,
stained by snowplows
and the grime of everyday life.
the devil is playing a role
and it's one he fulfills with pride,
but when he hangs up his horns at night,
his virtues are allowed to shine.
the light that he's forced to hide
in his working hours.
the devil wears black and white,
depending on the time of day.
he's forced to put up a facade,
awaiting the moment where he can shed
his checkerboard personality
for his true shade
of grey.
the devil wears loose skin and drinks green tea
plain, just like she hates it
the devil spends long nights researching
she asks me to cry so she can sleep
and she doesn't like my clothes
the devil spends her spare time in the bathroom
she scrubs her body down to size
and stands between me and the mirror
the devil is more afraid than you realise
she wants to be loved, to be desirable
she attempts to murder me in her fervour
i will never forgive her
and i will always want her
The devil wears mascara that's not waterproof.
the devil cries in her sleep.
The devil in my life wants what she does not need .
The devil wishes for less.
For less.
For less
All the devil wants in my life is less.
The devil wears sweats that do not fit.
The devil cries for people who want her dead.
The devil in my life is not an outside offense.
The devil is me.
The Devil
The Devil despite his bravado wears fear and inadequacy he doesn't stand a chance....and like all bullies he does not win no matter how hard he tries....no matter what appearance he takes, no matter how hard he strikes by you using your weaknesses....by calling the name of God he shakes and quivers....no match for the almighty.