She who makes a beast of herself

If I had a daughter
I would teach her
that they only burn the witch
and not the preacher
(though theyโ€™ll wait
until heโ€™s penetrated deeper
to return her beat-up body
to the reaper)
and all of earth and heaven
is beneath her
and love will leave you jerking
like a seizure
and any help they offer
leaves you weaker
(the poisonโ€™s always mixed
with something sweeter)
and itโ€™s the duty of a girl
to do what pleases her
even when the devil
comes to eat her
so break into the shadows
like a fever
and be the most revolting
little creature
and plague upon the world
when youโ€™re beleaguered
(cuz heroes only come
to rescue sleepers
and god forbid you wake
a walking dreamer)

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