Pretty Little

No- 

But there is a girl

who still does. 



She is waiting on the second floor 

of a six-story dorm building, 

on the east side of campus, 

for you to arrive.



10 minutes go by-

she lights 

red wax candles and

rolls on cinnamon perfume.


20 minutes go by-

she starts losing hope 

you will ever show up, 

so, she shuffles tarot cards

for answers, 

           Please be The Lovers- 

But alas, 

            The Devil.



30 minutes go by- 

suddenly you decide to appear

just in time for her to show you

how scorned she is, 

with cards strewn on the desk and 

burnt wax on a leather-bound diary. 

Black words ink the pages screaming 

            And yet she still loves him.



1 year has gone by-

A piece of her remains 

in that six-story hell,

lingering like a phantom,

shuffling her cards,

waiting for you to return.