i am not a woman i am a slab of pink flesh soft and smooth under your rough hands my heart warm and alive and beating fast fast fast beneath your empty chest
i am not a woman i am your excuse with my breath too sweet and my skin too inviting drawing you in against my will as you wrap me in your sin
too distracted by what i am not to see what i have become
i am fire burning and raging and hungry for blood i dare you to touch me now
i am a queen my throne carved with the clay from which you moulded me and as you kneel before me head bowed begging for mercy praying to the god whose name you have screamed to bind me i laugh silly boy, don’t you know your god is afraid of me?