“The Primrose Path” by TC Anderson

The Devil’s wicked lips

taste my burning flesh

A delicacy

A flame with delight

(with shame)


He teases, waiting,

enticing,

watching as I squirm and writhe,

(wanting to escape)

wanting more.


Embers of pleasure

dancing amongst my limbs,

burning bright the primrose path

with fury

(with pain)


He knows I’ll remain

for the agony

because I’d miss it

in heaven.


T.C. Anderson is a writer and poet from Texas. When not crafting stories and verses, she is an award-winning graphic designer at Lone Star College in Kingwood, Texas, as well as a co-advisor to the campus’s student newspaper The Howler. She lives in north Houston with her husband, Jared.

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