rise of the blood queen

..she's coming for you

🗡 here we go you lovely fuckers, another poem. 

maybe it’s this time of year, i’m feeling her deeper than her last arising.

her fury is growing. i am gouging my heart out. 🗡

the blood queen sleeps
with knives beneath
her pillow, waiting
patient, cool, burning
to murder those who
didn’t listen — listen — listen —
blood, boiling. 
a stew of fury and
lovers’ fingers and
undeserving 		mother fucking
blasphemous 
       taking. 
           the assumptions
engorge her hands with 
blood blood blood.
for days she drinks nothing
but iron liquid. she remembers
everything. 
a curse and a blessing
of prophesy. whose words
fall
on ears sleeping. 
when 
gravity —————— creeps
between the sheets
			      a river of blood	
			is coming.

if you wish to be in the blood queen’s good graces, she accepts offerings of gold and tortured lovers’ hearts.