Devil Girl Diaries 7 – (Lost)


Every man has that one unforgettable woman that will haunt him until his final day; the girl that got away. Allie detested television, vanilla ice cream, and missionary. She explored the depths of her sexuality; while I discovered the heights of my pain. My muse had a nickname. I called her Devil Girl. I write these words to ease my sorrows. My name is Andrew.

This is our story.

the train pulled out of the station

darkness replaced the light of my life

I had to return to find Allie

frantic, I got off at the next station

heart banging against my ribs

hopped on the next train back

Times Square

a complicated labyrinth of tunnels

and advertising filled passages

turned me into The Maze Runner

She wasn’t here, she wasn’t there

my imagination got the best of me

their bodies writhing, sweating

mouths kisses. moaning, panting

in the tub

against the wall

hanging from the hotel chandelier

I searched every crack and crevice

she must have exited with the construction brute

flew past the turnstile

into the jungle of lights, noise, and throng

I spotted her blonde mane in the crowd

ran after her accompanied by desperation

pushing through the masses

reached for her elbowย 

ย a strange face greeted me

with a sinking heart I apologized

I lost my Devil Girl


To be continued.






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