She longed for the
honeybee,
its nectar filled belly
ready to inject her
with that sweet sting
of temporary love.

She pleaded with the
tiny cupid
to penetrate her soul
with his compassionate
tipped tiny arrow.

With grey eyes welled
with the tears of frustration
she looked to me and
begged me to assist her
in her quest.

I stared at her porcelain
colored face and seen
the beauty that had
refused to die deep
beneath the hollowed
eyes and unhealthy colored
lips.

Her arms hung between
her bruised bare legs,
the crooks of her arms
were both scarred and
damaged from
too many  years of
false love.

The withering highways
that carried her lifes fuel
leaked red from small
dots where her recent attempts
had failed.

I ****** the Dragon.
Then knelled before her,
like a war torn knight
before his dying Queen.
I had no other
choice but to end
her suffering and
aid her in her need
for renewed ardor.

And when I did,
the moist beads of frustration
above her pale rose colored
lips began to fade.

The tension within
her gazelle like legs
was once again at ease.
Her knotted
bowls
began to loosen.

Her eyes became idle
and slack as the
potion began to work
its hellish magic upon
her soul.

I cleaned her wounds
with a warm wash rag
as she fell in and out
of all of the horrors this
world had presented to her.

Her greasy raven hair
fell in front of her face
as she rose her heavy
head and looked to me
through mascara smeared,
slow heavy
blinks.

She managed a smile
then rested her hand
against my face.
I did nothing but try
to comfort her after
so many had abused her.

She fell into a nod,
I carried her to the bed
and she thanked me
as I laid her down.

And I resented myself
when I heard myself say
"You're welcome".