place a crown of iron thorns on my head adorn my fingers with rings of shimmering silver dress me in darkness, my armor and my beauty on one braid the threaded gold that grows from my skull into braids thicker than ropes, ropes of my victories worship me the way i deserve after all thatContinue reading “worship”
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a poet's confessional 