I thought about it again today. I tell myself

I thought about it again today. I tell myself it is always there. I don't need to entertain it. Like I have anything to entertain it. Here, have this ball of angst.

What a heft, an emotional weight. Once you've got it, it won't go away. I try to hand it off to whomever will listen, and I awake each morning, this writhing ball still in hand.

Why will nobody take it away? I think this writhing ball is feeding off me. There, did you see how it seemed smug right now. I need to get free of it. But how?

Sure, calm indifference might have made the writhing ball grow bored and leave to find someone else to batten upon, but I was panicking by then. I ran into a crowd of phone zombies

I felt a wet *thwump* in the small of my back, and I went sprawling onto my front and slid very quickly towards the large picture window at the end of the hall. Shit shit shit!

"Why do people always put large picture windows at the end of slippery halls?" I asked myself as the glass erupted from the sheer force of my body against it. For a moment I felt

warm blood soaking my clothes because my femoral artery got sliced, then I thought "I feel funny", then I died. I don't remember hitting the pavement though". The devil looked at

me with suspicion & circled me, his long red fingernail raking over my pale cheek. "Sure," Satan growled. "Listen, kid, do you think I was born yesterday?! YOU...You're a SPY!" I

I bowed. "I stand discovered!" I cry out and slap Satan's face. "I can't believe it took you so long to figure it out." With flames in his eyes, Satan disappeared.