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“Why, I've done all the screaming already," said the Queen.

required of your gaze to be the picture of beauty,

i do what i can to survive.

i thrive in this life because of you

the sweet nectar to my petals and vines

that climb around your heart

i consume your affection like i have been starving for ages

for i have

i’ve never even had a chance to be full

never even served

i could feel the wilt creeping upon myself

like nothing might ever be right

“why me” is my age old plead upon every entity’s silent ears

“why me” is now something i only ask of you

who dealt you such a terrible hand

so why now, when i’m inches away, does it not pump blood?

i can feel warmth radiating from your body

like sun burning my skin

and yet i feel none in my chest

none in my face

none in my brain

none that leaves comfort

only the kind that leaves a mark

the mark of you.

you, who i emptied the depths of my mind to

you, who then emptied the depths of my stomach

you, who makes me want to peel my eyes like fresh tomatoes

and tear out my liver

and bite into it like i’ve been starved for weeks

and swing my intestines to lasso you back

just so i can look into your eyes

and see your ugly truth