Bitch Please
Anonymous scum
You think your threats of chantage
Will cause me to fade into the brume
For fear that some privileged information will be exposed
You think to desecrate my temples
Wherein the discreet throb of my heart
Creates misshapen dreams of desire
Your threats to embarrass me
Only skim the surface
Of the endless depths of what I feel
The thoughts which I reveal
Are only an emblem
Of the greater truth embedded in my soul
One day my heart will open like an envelope
And I will spill all my disgraceful secrets
Until that time, the clock ticks on aloof
What reprehensible evidence are you offering up anyway
Which I haven't already revealed myself
If not outright
Then couched in simile and metaphor
Do your worst
~Cie~
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