Interlude; 92387 4:34 am - Falling

September twenty-third,
Nineteen eighty-seven
Four thirty-four a.m
Falling
And so I touched myself that night, like I usually do
Picturing your hands caressing me
Yet every time I close my eyes, the only face I can see was Lucifers
'Hell never leave you alone, you know?' you said
Sitting in a chair in the corner of a room
'He knows your scent.'