What I desired (i)
Burst into the night sky
In the death of my heart
Black came to life
With light in brilliant form
Things that are sent to kill
Defeated ash soot from the fire
Serves my under eye liner
Beautified by the burning
Hell risen to destroy has
Adorned my flesh in currency
Midas touched me
rape turned
To silver and gold the stolen flower
Grew new roots of red hair
crown my bare head jewelled
By gems pressured diamonds
Under heavy weight now shining
Reflects the suns authenticity
Authentically brandished the scars
Tattoo my flesh to cut the tails
Of off monsters and wear it on my neck
Slung across decorates my breast
The bites from their teeth
A sheath to cover me in silk
Bloody and white as snow
Cleaned me from the dust into
Glittering dust the past shimmers
On my face with graceful tears
Bathe myself in the milk
Of the mothers who abandoned
Posts to fight the war orphaned
Heir to a throne of battle lost
sold for some thread
dropped left disappointed forgotten
Made to remember sovereignty
deception in the kingdom brought to mind
avenged from heavens divine
Hands leaking floods rain
honey on my lips
lick the betrayal it is sweet
Slips inside wet and hard to fill me
Force me to come dripping
gasp at the climax
Ending only the start of this success
This mountain peak of a billion
Caves filled with treasure to bless
Artilleries cut open for sport
The champion is still I chosen
One can see it in my eyes
The best. Tested
Marked by the flame, I desired this
Pain and greed to feed me
Hungry at night starving
A meal skipped some bread dipped
sauce equally yoked egg
Yellow like a sun flower I know
Oil from olive branches that ripped
The skin bleeding from the cuts
Now I am the wound press salt into me
I will not move I am the flavour
I am the food Sent to the slaughter
Arrived to eat delicious warm
Sad sacrificial daughter
Lamb garnished in rosemary and apricot jam
Stones cast not by me first and then second
Three days later resurrect rejected
God you asking for acceptance in
The requests. want to be friends.
Icy now, don’t need no fans.
Blow you off, a flash in the pan
Soy sauce on your hands, salty
Motherfucker hungry to bite off
Pieces of my spine, knock on the ribs.
I will not open.
Try to swallow surprise.
Choke.
On a platter I am serving, what was served to me.
Cold dish.