The Devil and You

The Devil visited me last night, and asked if I would sell my soul.

His trip was futile. A waste of energy (his and mine)

I confessed that I had ripped my soul out of my body, and handed it to you.

That was a long time ago.

I now know this:

The body does survive without a soul.

And we both know that a deal with the Devil would’ve preserved my dignity.