Death to the Whore

I have destroyed my former self
Every pit and groove of My Being
Marred by time and knowledge given me by others
Those sad and wallowing states –
The martyr – the victim – the selfless giver
I even picked her bones and gnawed upon the marrow
I have sucked clean that whore and left her bare
There will be no more love for hire here
This flesh, and blood, and sinews,
And organs, and skin, and hair –
They Now belong to Me and Me alone
Because My Love was always Free!

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