Senseless, ******, visceral, vile
Creature of strange wordless spite
Your animosity is black as treacle
As though a mist of insolence
Lies thick within the torrid southern air
And tasting sour on my tender tongue

You are a king
Though not the only one
I am queen of the Nile

I am not she who slinks down spiral steps
Or sinks into your asphalt grip
Not she who twines herself around your marble chest
My name is not the one you ache to call

You carve out my skull
To decorate the walls with my soul
Man of granite, turn me hollow
**** me softly if you must