Interlude; 9/23/87 4:34 am - Falling

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 Lucifer’s
«He'll never leave you alone, you know?» you said
Sitting in a chair in the corner of the room
«He knows your scent.»