(no subject)
I am wearing the crown; I am poised with the knife.
(Still unsure, unsteady.)
This is royalty, this is truth: we were angels descended from high, clipped winged and doe-eyed lustful. We were the ones who brazenly dipped our hands inside, all breast-flesh and hollow breaths, the ones who took-and-took and never gave even a single sigh back.
Traitors! Succubi! Harlots!
We were the absolute monarchy in our lives. But when we faltered, when we lost control?
(Marionette, I cut your strings.)
We fell.
(Still unsure, unsteady.)
This is royalty, this is truth: we were angels descended from high, clipped winged and doe-eyed lustful. We were the ones who brazenly dipped our hands inside, all breast-flesh and hollow breaths, the ones who took-and-took and never gave even a single sigh back.
Traitors! Succubi! Harlots!
We were the absolute monarchy in our lives. But when we faltered, when we lost control?
(Marionette, I cut your strings.)
We fell.