I imagine she wears pearls
-checks them with her teeth-
paired with shoes which have etched
stoicism into her linear smile.
She wants to embody cruelty
-package it as flesh-
and tie it with a coarse ribbon
so she can sell it like sex,
weaponise her tongue and chant
her curses onto iron tablets
-to sink in the sea-
to fashion manacles which strangle
long after death and say ‘See?
I told you, you would never be rid of me.’
Photograph & poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019