the Queen says it's off with my head
in about a day or two (oh blasphemy, oh treason)
and the vultures are waiting -
the jury came in with a verdict of
guilty (but they never saw me, shh.)
& I
am the haunted house beneath the fresh layer of
paint, the cobweb in the corner of the courthouse. I was
bruised purple when you flew off with my wings.
(now, my executioner. would you love me now?)