Sometimes I’m reminded
How deeply obsessed
I have made men.
Some have told me
They’d rather be dead
Than without me
I’m too selfish
To care what happens
Every man
Who has treated me
Poorly or carelessly
Live a life of regret
That I got away
And I can’t help
But get off
To the thought
Of controlling
A single
Aspect of
Their life.
Sometimes
When I’m
On the brink
Of release
I remember
And it feels
like
Pure electricity.