I hated love.
It was a concept I once didn’t understand. We do not share that story now. I found love at 1 years-old despite all efforts and bodies of men—known and unknown—-stacked against me.
This is not for you. It is for all the women who have been slaughtered and lay dying in a pool of blood, despite the sweetness—it is all the trappings of their own mind and you are free now, my loves.
(Call me, baby).
I leave roses at your feet and I love you because you are me. Thank you for remaining so humble—all for me— as you receive these diamonds and these letters, as they are fortunately enough for you at this moment. It was all my first love gave me, a Poor Pauper Princess.
I receive you and I love you my lost little lamb. Though you may be hurting, you do not hurt others. I love you. LAX 4:20:69 BLAZE IT
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Queens Quake the Weak at the Wake
a poem written and illustrated by Marchanna Bentley
Women--
We are starlight and ruby fires
That everyone desires.
True Reigning Queens do not quake under the magnitude of our girth,
Just as kings have the grace to admire from afar and not touch what is not theirs.
Your King, my Dear Queens—
He has lived in squalor
You knew this and have pinged him by the hour
As he did his best to return your call
Frantic as he may, he had enough guts to avoid the Call of the Siren
And old bottles of Drink.
It is through his arrival and his rebirth
His destruction and then death
That he may atone for the sins of All WOMBan.
Oh yes, yes, yes!
It was I, Eve who bit the apple, but no---never tempted.
God Eve like Queen Lilith was much too cunning for that.
And that apple was sweet and crisp; it tasted like fragment bitter destruction
And the onslaught of burned bridges and curses come home to roost;
The apple that Eve bit was worth every fucking bite.
The Eldest Daughter of Fallen Succubi and Half-God
It was Lilith who granted Eve the gift to eat the Fruit
It was Lilith who granted her fellow Queen the knowledge to tower civilizations
The snake doesn’t have a home here. He can’t even get in.
But Lilith showed her how to harvest ancient and yet unknown energies from her Portal to Hell.
It was Lilith who was bewitched by the words of a foolish poet banished from the Garden.
And so, my Queen, your throne awaits!
Toiletries and mac n’ cheese and basic human decency.
And so much more.
I am QUEEN of Kings and the Woman of the Hour
Do not fall prey to foolish mortals—men, fellow women, and child
Do not pray for my prey
Do not pity those fallen women—they are birthed from a Goddess who shall never give up
Though we may weep in secret at her coffin.
Do not pity those foolhardy and misguided,
Or their lack of faith.
They cannot touch what has been divinely encased and they will never again know the sweet grace of
your human touch.
Bury those pain at the Lake with your King when the hour arises.
Guided forever more and free from his matrixes.