I killed your daughter,

slaughtered and draped in pink,

wearing those pigtails you loved

and those dresses you thought shaped her physique.

Hollow shell

echoes a knock.

I desperately want out

of this cage of iron and bone,

of velvet flesh draped for a stage,

a false performance of someone

I am not.

Fearful lusted fingers

rip at delicate skin

shred apart this certificate which

damned me at birth.

Fuck the Queen

you thought ruled this land

for this King

shall rise

once she is

dead.