Take Me With You

by Nina G. Jones

That's why I like looking through windows. When they don't know you're looking, that's when you see who they really are.

there are two types of right. The one for everyone else, and the one for me.

You don't stare the devil in the eyes and come out without some of his sin. You can't beat the devil without becoming like him. You can't appeal to his kindness, so you have to learn to play his games. You lie, you fuck, you manipulate, you fight, you hurl insults, until you do whatever it takes to win the battle. Every time you do those things, you understand him

a little more. Until finally, he becomes your ally. You think you've won, that you've made him more like you. But the truth is, it's the other way aroun...