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Inspired by the lovely Halsey’s I Am Not A Woman, I’m A God



Goddess, you say
When you see how
Diamonds speckle my skin
Honey drips from tongue and teeth
Hair shimmers with the gold of summer and sunset of autumn.

Godless, I am
When I feel how
Diamonds lengthen to horn
Prehistoric demon
Teeth serrated, sculpted to tear your flesh
Chunks of muscle coated with crimson honey
Until you’re a discarded carcass
Alive, but wishing I’d killed with the first cut.
Live, for I am merciful.

Another that refused to run
When beauty transfixed her.

Another who’d rather be destroyed,
Than trust a woman to destroy him.

God, I am.
 

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