All this time I thought it was the devil corrupting my vision, turning my insides sour till my soul was a concourse of morbidity and decay. But when I looked in the mirror this morning, I saw my body reciprocate him. The toxic reflection taught me everything I know of self-hate. I mimic the rhythms of resplendent loathing he has for the light. I drench my soul in the abyss of my sins and squeeze all goodness from within.