6' 1/2"x 9'
Mixed Media on Paper
The Conquest
Men have been my game my conquest
my dinner my excrement
Men have been flies across my shoulders
crawling down my arms
Men have been nothing but fluid across my chest
Like tiny babies sucking on my lifeless dry tits
Trying to feed off of me
But I'm their God, their muse , their mistress
I love to hurt real men
I love to please real men
I love to finish them all
The same way I devour my pray
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