Glory last things first do your worst stain the sheets two teaspoons of glory i wanted to tell you i wanted to trust you i want you to take me i wanted to touch you i wanted to taste you i want you to break me and on her lips wet fingertips and sugared sighs these paper wrists stained lotus hues of her demise and honey-dripped her nectar-sweet and lily thighs for on her hips the weight of all she would despise