SHE SAID EVERYTHING WAS EASY
she was begging on her knees
pressure vomit tears good riddance
"Sir, forgive me this time, please!"

BUT THE DREADED DAY WAS DAWNING
and she did not dare to pray
or trust a lord with no salvations
were he there to save the day.

AND SHE COUNTED 1, 2, 3, 4
like she'd done since childhood
"god is great and god is good
and let us thank him for our food"

AND SHE COUNTED 5, 6, 7
but just could not stand the rest
air was pumping, air was twisting
rising, falling in her chest

A, B, C, D, E, F, J, K
she had already tried so hard
fingers tapping-patience snapping
good lord, she'd gotten so damn far.