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Myth Queens

We fire eyed harpies eat our enemies in acts of savage attrition.
We fat ass nymphs twerk in frenetic acts of reclamation.
We nasty mouth sirens lay blood curses for sweet hot vengeance.
We cryptid Queens.
We changeling Queens.
We mythic Queens.
We nightmare Wueens.
We made up- beat face Queens 
We wet dream Queens.
We here 
We there.
We out of reach.
We ain’t for you son.
       Ain’t for you.
Posted 12/31/15
Dedicated to all my Queens. I love you.
Comments (1)
Thanks, Shannon. I look forward to reading more.
05/25/16 5:43pm