Take my heart! Eat my soul!
This girl had screamed it towards that goddess sought.
That’s all I want. It’s all I’ve ever wanted. I’m a fool for thinking differently.
Honesty would flow from tap at the sight of her one to come.
You have my every breath. You have my power. You have my life. I want you to take them all for your own and teach me.
The more she’d speak the truer her words would become.
It’s you alone that consumes me in whole. You choose to end my independence; take me from all others and punish me for seeing beauty anywhere but your most gorgeous eyes.
This was what she’d always wanted; her Queen; their brutal wanting upon her.
I need you to take my heart for your own. I need you to cut it out and make it home. I need to feel the grip of she—your hold to make me bend the knee—I have to feel you in my arms—I must become your fury’s charge.
This girl knew completely that fire she played with—how the lone woman to whom she spoke would not take this lightly—how they would never let her live it down—how they’d not only punish her for any slightest transgressions from the dictations of their will and its truth but own it all and her regardless. She loved it.
You come and get it, honey.
