#TheDevilWritesInCursive

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🕷️ “The Mouth Beneath My Bed”

By Carlos Davila Medina Photo by Du01b0u01a1ng Nhu00e2n on Pexels.com There’s something breathing under there—Not air… but you.Not dust or creak or shadow-spun,It knows the weight of every shoe. It speaks in hunger, cracked and dry,Its tongue is stitched with baby cries.Its teeth are teeth,but not quite right—Too many rows.Too sharp.Too white. It calls me by my childhood name,The one no…

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🕯️ "The Devil Writes in Cursive" 🖤

By Carlos Davila Medina I licked the ink off Lucifer’s pen,Tasted lies like wine again.Truth is bitter—pain is sweet,I carved my name in serpent’s teeth. I wear regret like velvet skin,Each kiss I stole, each holy sin.I prayed with blood, I preached with bones,My gospel? Screams in hollow tones. I held a heart, still warm, still red—Crushed it soft.It never bled.I watched her weep, I watched…