Queening Quietly

by Tatiana Bruno

the truth is

i decay better than you

that’s why you took my crown

it doesn’t matter what you know

my reign started long ago

i posture excellence

it does not matter what you see

this beauty is evident

it doesn’t matter how long you’re confused

your end is coming soon

a dream of death as

two teeth




whimsically mystical

temporarily physical

having killed with kindness

i am winning back my narrative

returned royalty