They say the Devil wears Prada
in my experience she wears Lululemon yoga pants
drives a hybrid
drinks La Columbe
and looks down at me condescendingly at the Ardmore Trader Joe’s and Wynnewood Whole Foods
The Devil lurking in me
is clad in mass market athleisurewear from Kohls
needs to shave her legs
her hoodie has seen better days (oops. . . is this the one with the hole or the stain?!)
and probably has not showered today
let alone worn lipstick in years
No shiny, perky ponytail
hides her horns
she does her own eyebrows
(badly)
and arrives in a beat up Honda minivan
I am not proud to admit that some days I am the devil
I like it a lot better when I am the wrong side of the Main Line tracks
Joan of Arc
flaming sword in hand
carving words of rage and power
into the sky
© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved
Brave & Reckless 
Good on you Christine. Loved this. Did your Walkman start to melt?
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let’s just say things are a little singed around the edges!
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The Smiths would be proud Christine 🙂
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🙂
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You have carved many of those words into the sky!
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I hope I continue to do so– I am so tired of the deafening silence and blank looks from people who don’t understand
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Yes that does get exhausting. Most definitely
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Long live The Maid of Orleans! 🙂
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LOL
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That description was hauntingly vivid! Excellently done.
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Thank you!
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