Vanity's Bitch (Tread Meat)
 

I am the cosmic queen
and the morning should have trembled
when I awakened.
I am the bloodletter of fools
and the
storyteller.
See the names
scattered on the floor?

Shiva Shiva Shiva.
Uttering my name
is three times your pain.
Eating it is more.
Dig?

I have no ebonic plague.
I have no disfunction-junction.
My lips are full and
ripe for my condescension.
I am the queen
living in silicone
   and suction.
Where are you?

...looks beneath her shoe.

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