Image: @romancing_the_roadEach hit brings her
to weak knees. She prays
for another breath and God
does not respond. She prays
for one more laugh, God sighs.
in her pocket slips. Not a dime for the bus.
Head to concrete, she weeps for rebirth.
God sends her to repent
sloth and envy, a witch’s tale. No more
can she give when she has already
handed her soul,
the body that once nourished it,