You are Lucrezia Borgia. You are the scandal of Italy. You are also the envy of Italy.
You want flowers and sonnets and us
to be together until the end of the world and I’d
just like a blow job, I’d just like
to be friends.
that’s what I’d really like.
Something warm and snuggly like a friendship.
and to fuck you.
- Daphne Gottlieb
they will tell you that you died a ghost, that you lost your soul long ago, but i know better, i know better.
She was sixteen, brown-haired and brown-eyed, slender and beautiful. The people called out her name as she passed, held up their children for her blessing, and scattered flowers under the hooves of her horse.