deep

descent.

i am the poor,


sweet



innocent




thing.

or…at least that’s what



i told them to think.

captured and clothed in

the butterflies
of

your
stomach.

all alone,

I stand here


bare-backed,



on the cold


black and white


checked tile.

i spin
my words
around you



and the crimson
strands of light.




almost

out.

you can feel,
can’t you?
the way



the drums are beating,


against the carved feet


of the legs
of your spindly




throne.

i’m the honey,

you’re the


queen.



and


you

created
me.

and the chains are broken, your majesty.

i bet



you didn’t know


i was



a pretty little


liar.

i hid the tail and horns
under


the bed.

Slowly caving in.

i am
poised and


ready

to
pull
the

trigger.

Don’t worry,

you’re not
alone like me.
Or are you?

Ready to sacrifice?