Queen n Ivy

Look in the mirror, Queen.

What do you see?

“Scrumptious goddess,” he whispers  gracefully into my ear.

Estrogen sensations, body in suffocation

And there he disappears; he was never there. Just my imagination.

Look in the mirror, Queen.

What do you see?

“Lonely, independence, strength…confusion…”

You know you need me, Queen. Embrace me, Queen.

“Who are you?”

You, Queen. 

– Queen n Ivy –