l. deity

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With a crown of nightshade
And violent lips like honey,
I became my own monarch.

Bittersweet smiles,
I drink feral wine,
A vortex swallowing
Violet stars.

A necklace of divinity
Carved into my throat,
I digest mortality
Like a fevered delusion
Rotting in my stomach.

Poisonberry
On my cheekbones,
I became my own god.

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