My Poems

Queenly Submission

You hated me. I was a princess when you met me. You were a killer. I was a girl, born to rule the throne. The Monarch to Rule Over Them All, they called me. The Daughter of Thorns.
I was a iridiscent rose in a garden of so many colors. Yet, you plucked me. A future Queen, they said. A Goddess, they said. A beast, they said.
You and another deflowered me once again, my feeling of emptinesss being cured temporarily. Never had the crown felt so light.