Black and red like the devil said.
Leave me blue and purple to match your walls.
Hang me on nails and wires, to pretend I am reborn.
Use the wine from my crucifixion to fill your quills
And write me an invitation to the pearly gates.
Caress my body with your talons to remind me why I always look back,
And dance with my pomegranate as foreplay.
This tango is not led by the fairer sex,
Though Orpheus is not here to guide me this time.
The prostitute, the traitor, and the devil,
Paying you with burgundy seeds while coming between us.
The origins of masochism started sacred.
I understand the temptation of my second husband.
His thirst cannot be satisfied and goes up in steam.
While you are of brunette Earth, I am of ginger hellfire.
You pray to the son,
Yet, the messiah does not aid those already in damnation,
Or those who bore the original sin.
I did not return to the garden and instead choked myself with ropes of snake.
Obey is a matrimony one cannot sustain.
I was born and molded of the same clay, while you were made in his image.
I was born the eve of man's creation.
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An Ode to Muses to Kleio
PoetryThis poetry collection explores love, lust, betrayal, and a dash of rage. Bonus points if you're a Greek mythology fan! Written from a female perspective, it goes through the motions of complicated relationships, cheating, longing, and moments of pa...
