She was already naked
And now she puts on ropes
She wants me to destroy
Her manners and her features
She laughs, tied up
Of the pain she wanted
She laughs, tortured
Of the love she asked for
And now the throne
Of the armless goddess
Is merely on the ground
The Venus carved
In gold, in skin, into pieces
She wants her curves
To be thrown to the rats
Laying down on needles
Raw meat
Monroe in shards