No eternal transaction

No eternal transaction,
struck at a crossroads,
sealed at midnight,
while the air reeks of sulphur,
but bit by bit,
choice by choice,
piece by piece,
I sell my soul
until I know longer resemble
who I want to be,
hope to be,
am intended to be.

27 October 2015
The Shire
Manhattan, New York
Inspired by The Price of My Soul by Bernadette Devlin

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