evil royals

March 13, 2018

i think we're all demons

trying to be kings and queens

no cards left so stop begging please

my throne is made of thorns

all i can here is them calling me a whore

i'll never be on top

it doesn't matter that i said stop

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upnorthdavidNov 8, 2018

This is amazing word work! Lily, consider a second stanza to develop your narrative, this piece leaves me wanting to hear or read more!