They say the eyes are the gateways to the soul.
Look deeply into mine. Whatever you see, that is me.
DollBarbie’s thighs were not meant to touch;Doll by *TheEmptyChest
her hair is devoid of split ends
and there's this deadness in her eyes,
impossible to mimic—a quiet crawlspace without light.
There's a pastel pale to her skin,
hairless and unblemished,
a blank un-crevice between her legs
and her rouge-stained lips are ever smiling.
She is nothing like you, child.
But do not forget
that she borrows your voice.
The Devil Smiles: Part 2IV.The Devil Smiles: Part 2 by *TheEmptyChest
It’s said that the greatest trick the Devil ever played was convincing the world he didn’t exist. That’s not true. If the Devil ever played a trick, the greatest was convincing the world he was God. I came to that realization the night I invited Maria into my home and begged her to turn my brother into a vampire.
She said she’d be killing him—killing everything that made him my brother, leaving behind a thing—but I couldn’t bring myself to believe her. Not after seeing her so vulnerable, so human, while telling me her story. Not after she gave me her brother’s name as if it were my own and had been lost to me my whole life.
“If you stare at the Devil, the Devil smiles back,” she said. Like a riddle, like a piece of philosophical wisdom that would instantly change my mind. The man who raped and then turned her into this creature she loathed so much was who she heard it from, and as far as I was concerned that was eno