The Devil at my Door - Part ll
“It is impossible to suffer without making someone pay for it; every complaint already contains revenge.”
Friedrich Nietzsche
The beauty of the night light gently reflected from the side of his face. Every step that I moved from the door, was room for me to put some thoughts together. He gave off this aura, the one that could make you feel grief but safe at the same time. Who the hell did he think he was? He had this ability to change the temperature in the room without question, and that made him an irresistible force, and he, strutted in that power.
From his confidence, you could tell that he was a well-learned man. Well-learned in the art of deception, manipulation, one who knew how to bring sorrow to the soul and call it "LOVE."
But I studied him myself. I studied his habits, I studied what pressured him. I studied the very thing that made him storm through the hearts of women he had shipwrecked and left at sea to die. I studied the HEART of the devil who smiled at my door.
Because I refused to be next in line to die at the hands of an "unworthy opponent."
I regained my composure without exposing that I ever lost it. This development helped me to understand that time was of the essence. I needed to establish some resistance of my own. The ends to which I would have to go to get my soul back, would dessert every emotion within me and leave me dry. All because, defeating the devil of the night, required a certain type of cold.
I refused to believe that he was unmatched.
Fortunately for me, at that moment, I figured that taking him in a frontal assault would decrease the effectiveness of my plan.
It would be too easy for him to see me coming. And I'm sure, his contingency plan had directed shrapnel to blow in my direction if necessary, to keep me at bay.
For this reason, instead of dwelling too long, I activated "Operation of the Galaxy Affair"
One thing I have learned from him is that he is vulnerable and susceptible to a woman, who can speak to his hidden place. This means, that with the right tools and the right amount of applied pressure, Goliath MUST FALL.
So, I became his irresistible mayhem, when I taught myself to speak the language of his heart. In my case, "Beauty and the Beast" was not just a fairytale to me, it involuntarily became my life.
The only difference was, at the end of the story, I would not be trying to win his heart, or fall in love to restore him to his former glory,
all this work would go into a determined attempt, to make sure that he would NEVER tune a song again, powerful enough to even serenade a stone.
"Operation of the Galaxy Affair," meant that I had to be my true self. I commandeered a thought that would suggest that I might have gone just a tad bit crazy, and this operation…called for just that!
Because even the devil has a code he lives by!
See you next week…
Kerique Hoo-Kim
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