Diva Satanica

There cannot be a God because if there were one, I could not believe that I was not he.

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We reacquainted beneath the amber streetlights of a place all too familiar.  Without warning, he raised his hand and brought it down hard across my face.  The sound of his open palm forcefully finding it’s way to me reverberated through the empty ghetto.

My eyes lit up and my stinging cheeks lifted as I couldn’t help but smile.

He remembered.