Don't you dare question me,
You child,
insubordinate soul.
I am queen of this land,
and all who shall dwell.
Do not test me.
I am the life inside of you,
begging for release,
with kiss and tongue,
rough and sprung,
deep from the depths,
of your "blackened" soul.
I am divinity.
Close your eyes,
and count to three,
the match is lit,
and the table set,
light the candle,
glow in the flame,
I'll break your will,
You will say my name.
Leave me be.
Question not what you can do for me,
but what I will do to you,
now on your knees,
make mommy pleased,
come on,
taste the rainbow.
A contest entry
- Screw The Roses, Send Me The Thorns! by Beautiful-Mistake.
700 points, ended January 16, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
love the darkness, breathe the cataclysmic self indulgence
Comments
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Loved this. An amazing write, good luck in my contest.
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