because the world has ended –
you can only reign
when there’s nothing left.
My body does not stop me –
I wield the chains
that I break.
Tell me, which one has pleased you more?
Your full-lipped Venus
with her perfumed flesh?
Or your quiet angel
who fed you her youth
at the dinner table?
I’ll give you a hint –
the answer is always
the one with the knife at your throat.
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