Devil Girl Diaries 7 – (Lost)

The Lonely Author


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

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