The divine is etched
In our veins,
Bleeding ichor
And drinking ambrosia
These mortal scars,
These bullet holes
These stab wounds
This humanity
That laces our lips,
All healed and sealed.
Call me Queen
Call me goddess
Call me whatever you please,
Just don't forget,
Am a vengeful Queen
YOU ARE READING
magic darling ^poetry^
Poesía** 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚒𝚗 ** ~𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝒲𝑜𝓇𝒹𝓈 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒻𝓁𝑜𝓌 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓌𝒶�...
