I saw three devils. One after another, all in tow.
The first one asked me my name, the second one asked me what I was doing, and the third asked me who I was.
They all floated around me, hands tied together in an embrace - like wreaths on a christmas vineyard.
I saw the eyes of one - gleeful, and laughter shining like milk.
"What are you? Who are you? How are you?"
I am anon. I have no name. I have no breadth. I have no death.
Faintly, the second brought their lips up to mine and said
"Give me what you I want"
A chill went down my spine. A pair of red moccasins, and table full of red wine.
Was now the time to give him the recesses of my mind?