Hell in a Handbasket

she lies awake at night
and thinks of him
how she could make him happy
and finds only wanton answers

she does not deal in happy
she deals in high
high on life
higher than strife

lips close around those she loves
heart closes for she cannot afford to
she revels in the chaos of the world
and misery loves company

they chime clearly, death’s tolling bells
as she walks them hand-in-hand to hell