Her lips are stained red,
her hands sticky with fruit.
She is fierce want, blazing ambition
and scarlet need all crowned with
a burning smile.

She spits life like unwanted
poison and bares her teeth to those
who wait before her;
goddess to queen,
a line of subjects at her feet.

She swallowed the seeds as
willingly as she will one day
swallow the w o r l d –
no less, no more.

This is only the start.