Empire of Woe

I tattoo you

with my love

 

I continue

to write the wrongs

 

I am the inventor

of your creation

 

I am the antidote

to your poisoning

 

All I want is for you to

remember these images

 

So I can twist

and make sense of what has transpired

 

So I can build a new empire

that will not be disguarded

 

like the trash you have seen;

so easily we are destroyed and remade

 

in the form 

of our lovers

 

 

 

 

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