Devil + Deal

A deal with the Devil
has a palpable appeal
when Fate won’t load
the dice my way
Maybe he is caring
in a way I’m missing
in a way like asking
for a text to know that
I am home safe
Maybe his asks sound selfish
but maybe he is clinging
like I am to anything
starved and ravaged
shaking quietly in the dark
the same way I am
both of our breaths
cursing Fate quietly
while we fall asleep