The underworld is my temple; it is my sensual, tactile engagement
with all that is above and below, without and within; the sanctuary of
my impassioned meeting with the depths of my lover’s embraces.
I understand the complexities of wild cravings, the decisions made
from passionate abandon. I am no one’s victim or concubine.
I am sovereign, clear, the one who chose to eat those pomegranate
seeds. Do not underestimate the fierce power of a maiden’s desires.
I wished to become queen of the underworld, the vessel between the
realms, ascending the stairway between light and dark, the only place
I am unaccompanied. I own the depths of my existence—
can you say the same for yourself?
I’m a paradox. I want to be happy, but I think of things that make me sad. I’m lazy, yet I’m ambitious. I don’t like myself, but I also love who I am. I say I don’t care, but I really do. I crave attention, but reject it when it comes my way. I’m a conflicted contradiction. If I can’t figure myself out, there’s no way anyone else has.
And we’ll never be royals (royals).