Dead Leaves & Devotion

 
She is pleading  
eyes wilder  
than a cemetery dog  
off leash and pawing  
at her master's grave  
but I cannot help  
 
She is screaming  
if and if and if  
then and then and then  
a flurry of promises  
anythings and everythings  
to fuck her poison again  
but I will not help  
 
She is begging  
with the rage of an empty cup  
tearing at the cage  
where the demons  
burn to escape  
but I must not feed their flames  
 
She is curled in a ball  
a cradle of dead leaves  
crushed on the floor  
sobbing out busted prayers  
while I pray the door stays locked  
waiting for dawn  
to wash her face