Is it submission or defiance in these eyes turned towards the sky
Your commandment- ”call me master”,
but she will never be your monster.
You hurl the word with javelin spikes,
she sets them in her crown.
Snow White was in the mirror of so many little girls,
She saw the evil queen, who drinks the huntsman’s blood
At the center of the rat king,
She ties hitches just for fun.
Your commandment- ”call me master”,
but she will never be your monster.
You hurl the word with javelin spikes,
she sets them in her crown.
Snow White was in the mirror of so many little girls,
She saw the evil queen, who drinks the huntsman’s blood
At the center of the rat king,
She ties hitches just for fun.
Scarred skin irradiated, colors loving like a bruise.
Knuckles split at each corrupted joint.
Silver claws at leather straps,
desperate to lose more breath.
Saliva drips from parted lips.
A damned & sacred baptism,
An ouroboros eucharist.
Knuckles split at each corrupted joint.
Silver claws at leather straps,
desperate to lose more breath.
Saliva drips from parted lips.
A damned & sacred baptism,
An ouroboros eucharist.
“If you’re not wearing nails, you’re not doing drag”
Sure, they’ll tip the crucifixion.
A body full of punctures,
And crumpled ones stuffed in a G-string.
When her false lashes finally flutter after three days in the crypt,
Will she be your savior,
Or the omen of your death?
Sure, they’ll tip the crucifixion.
A body full of punctures,
And crumpled ones stuffed in a G-string.
When her false lashes finally flutter after three days in the crypt,
Will she be your savior,
Or the omen of your death?