Nicotine Goddess
grows horns on her head
just to show off her sweet skills
and laughs out loud
at your pathetic attempts at
foreplay.
What did you want from me?
A torn sword,
a locket half empty,
a piece of twine
taken from my womb
to tie around your neck.
I left you sleeping
and a note of sexual innuendo
taped to your radiator
to say goodbye.
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