I asked him for it.
For the blood, for the rust,
for the sin.
I didn't want the pearls other girls talk about,
or the fine marble palaces,
or even the roses in the mouths of the servants.
I wanted pomegranates–
I wanted darkness,
I wanted him.
So I grabbed my king and ran away
to the land of death,
where I reigned and people whispered
that I'd been dragged away.
I'll tell you I've changed. I'll tell you,
the red on my lips isn't wine.
I hope you've heard of horns,
but that isn't half of it. Out of an entire kingdom
he kneels only to me,
calls me Queen, calls me Mercy.
Mama, Mama, I hope you get this.
Know the bed is warm and our hearts are cold,
know never have I been better
than when I am here.
Do not send flowers,
we'll throw them in the river.
'Flowers are for the dead,' 'least that's what
the mortals say.
I'll come back when he bores me,
but Mama,
not today
-Daniella Michallen
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