not every man knows
the euphoria of
being a cruel delicacy
bleeding on my forked tongue
as i devour his throat
i wear silk on my
skin of ice
blades tucked behind my lips
so he will love me
until i am satisfied
sucking salt off the fingertips of a seraph
i take my time
as i stare into his burning eyes and whisper,
"i am the true divine."
i am god
i am power!
and that is why
all of the people who have seen me
are now statues of anguish
your life is mine, now
