欧宝娱乐

“I asked him for it.
For the blood, for the rust,
for the sin.
I didn鈥檛 want the pearls other girls talked about,
or the fine marble of palaces,
or even the roses in the mouth of servants.
I wanted pomegranates鈥�
I wanted darkness,
I wanted him.
So I grabbed my king and ran away
to a land of death,
where I reigned and people whispered
that I鈥檇 been dragged.
I鈥檒l tell you I鈥檝e changed. I鈥檒l tell you,
the red on my lips isn鈥檛 wine.
I hope you鈥檝e heard of horns,
but that isn鈥檛 half of it. Out of an entire kingdom
he kneels only to me,
calls me Queen, calls me Mercy.
Mama, Mama, I hope you get this.
Know the bed is warm and our hearts are cold,
know never have I been better
than when I am here.
Do not send flowers,
we鈥檒l throw them in the river.
鈥楩lowers are for the dead鈥�, 鈥榣east that鈥檚 what
the mortals say.
I鈥檒l come back when he bores me,
but Mama,
not today.”
― Daniella Michalleni