Albino Queen
By Maya Nitis

Golden-shower mistress
Mattress queen of the invoke
Wearing even with me
The Ice-Princess Mask of void emotions
Oh, but you are one arrogant bitch!
And your royal blood glares
Through the albino skin
Your hands turning a deadly gray.
Nothing compares with reason
And I am only waiting for the bulldogs
To rip the bullring out through your nose.
Ice breaks and melts
And so will your facade,
No matter number
Of the layers of base
With which you layer up your face.
I only hope some meat
Is left beneath your deadened skin
Of punctures and experience of anorexia.
Woman,...you teach me inspiration.
I wonder where I find passion
In your ever changing eyes,
Which as your loves, carried by whims
You are the wonderful projector
Of your whims and slims and schemes!
I learn from you
I love of you
I cry for you/for you will not!
You've been knocked up so often,
You lash out in rage
Your light turning to mane of fire -
Bright-delayed.
And I Say Rage!
For all the rats
Who've knocked you down
And I
Have picked the pieces!
CRY
Not through dripping adjectives
And incemenated words
And I Beg
BEAT THEM
Senselessly! I'll hand you
A steel baseball bat
And watch beside with satisfaction.
...I am weary...
Me, and I'm not you.
I run from you
Because you rip out my hair instead of theirs
Because I'm close.
...Love,...I Will Let ou Cry
upon my shoulder
We will not sleep.
I'll not ask you
for stimulation of the mind of pelvis
but for salty soup,
which you can feed me.
I will taste it
And I Will Not Run,
I SWEAR.
But let it go.
Don't cover up your bruises with white paint,
It only turns your other surface gray.
...I love you..., Jasmine.
I'm begging you to live
And not hang by your feet
Off of the edge of Earth.
I want to see your beautiful face when it's old.
And your rope is getting dangerously thinner.

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