Souls Up for Auction

Fingers rehearsing touch. Eyes auditioning stares. Her indecision like bubble gum popping between his lips. Messy and broken.

The words we use to describe it feeble at best. The median in the middle of her throat. Words. Fast cars on either side. The apparent collision never occurs. At least not while any one's looking.

I've had discussions with Satan that lasted for years. Debates about God. He says he's real. I say he's not. Who's evil now?