Facing the Mob ♢ (Poem by H)

I could feel the chill of the metal

The executioner’s sword with its blunt tip

As I knelt as ordered

My long burgundy gown covering my uneasy feet

True, death can be so frightening

Especially when you are beautiful and young

Yet it can also be so arousing

I am aware I am wet through deep down

I have lived my life in decay and debauchery

I have bedded so many lovers, even bishops and kings

I have come to know secrets barred from most women

I know many will breathe more freely when the blade sings

Come, feast on my last moments of beauty

Watch my half-bared breasts heave

I know what many of you are hiding

I can even see the rising of some little beasts

And when my head finally flies from my body

When the torso topples into that pool of blood

When the people cheer at the death of a traitor

When they strip me naked, exposing my bust

You will stitch me into your memories

You will never forget this scene for the rest of your life

And you will quietly have my name whispered

When you make love with your wife tonight.

By Hitomy

9-18-21