Dangling from my vocal cords
Suspended like a cat
Nape of neck
Shivering pearl
I clamp down
Clamshell tight
I could batter myself blue
As a subdermal bruise
And still you want to be a puppeteer
Listen
I am not your doll
You might dethrone the deity, but
It’s a three day deal
I’ll be back, I’ll be back
Let there be no other gods before me
I had tea with Persephone
And Ereshkegal is my other name
Do not think to use your hounds
You know what comes of that
I am not the queen of heaven or hearth
Lichen white as my flesh is
The flaking mold that you
brushed from tomb stone
Is vapor now
I am smoke and mirrors
Your hands will close on thin air
I need no worshipper to prove my divinity
Some ambition you had, then, Love
You cannot possess ash
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