She is pure. I will defile her.
I will force my thought
I will offer my woes
I will share my joys
and she will take them oberiantly.
she will suffer my ink
I will exploit all she has to offer so
she may fulfill her purpose
her fragility will know my brutality
this sword it frightens
She is cheep. I will augment.
She will be enriched with
knowledge and emotion
the embodyment of all that is within me
this transformation will pain us both
I only hope she survives
If not, I will replace her.
She was 99 cents.