Deaths of Who Chased

The Deaths of Who Chased

“I’m that b***h!” she yelled in her isolated room
Heads of men from all kinds lay in the carpet
Their bodies hung like decor
Not a soul was there to lament

Eyes filled the jars, genitals spread the surface
She wiggled her legs like a fish caught
The more men she claimed the more pride she sought

“Girlfriend!” her right hand stormed into the scene
Elegantly placing her steps
Pressed her breast against hers
an oath for them to lean

And so they danced around the sprinkled crimson
Judged the manhood who chased
Rate the faces of the pupils that chased

a woman’s night to celebrate their youth
For tomorrow another stallion shall appear nude
They only wish to see their hopes fulfilled
Though some came for lust, the unfortunate longed for love

Yet they desired a fate fit for a King
Spoken by wolves with a trinket of thought
Men crave the love they think they deserve

But looks can speak louder than words for a queen
Would we know who they are?
Who are we to say?

In this moment
Let us stay silent for the deaths of who chased

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Hi!
I just read your story, and I’m obsessed! Your writing is incredible, and I kept imagining how cool it would be as a comic.
I’m a professional commissioned artist, and I’d love to work with you to turn it into one, if you’re into the idea, of course! I think it would look absolutely stunning.
Feel free to message me on Discord (laurendoesitall) or on Instagram (lizziedoesitall) if you’re interested. Can’t wait to hear from you!
Best,
Lauren