She Knows

She knows the denial and truths.
She knows the unfortunate place you stand.
 In all this beauty
 cross your arms.
 Don't take a word past misjudgment.
She knows.
Her audience feels an ocean in the pits of their stomachs.
He gave a tale that should have shown she was frail
yet stands as if still steel stakes
were hammered into her kneecaps.
 She believes a liar
 hell-bent on desire
just to finally have something she can call her own.
The devil comes promising everything she could ever want.
She knows, and she asked him to not let her regret this.
There's no home.
There's no common place,
but her hell swept survival depends on torment and destruction.
It burns as ravaging faces sneer at her blow.
It's a wind of unconsideration.
A breeze stirring malice.
The unkind.
The immoral.
The uneducated.
The ones who arrived just in time.
I know.
I heard everyone's words but wish for them to all be wrong.
When you believe in the devil,
he will taunt your very name.
You're already his own,
and all the pacts,
and blessings fall away into ash stoking the fire.
I knew.
Somehow I believed him anyway.