red room

I’ve demanded God’s attention and he has not walked away. After our argument, between God and me, there the little devil in my red room. As I lie side by side my sheets, I feel a pulling, a tugging at my head and neck. In this red room, I battle between good and evil, but not knowing the difference between good and evil. That night, I knew evil had risen and captured a piece of my soul in my sleep. Damaged and mortified, yet, I haven’t seen a priest. My mother, a minister and fore-teller of the future, but I am afraid to tell her. This red room most of all sleeps, but that night evil came to me.

-Emilia