Hungry Work

She wears a crown of
customizable thorns,
it fits beneath her
shining halo.
Artfully applied mud
conceals blemishes,
but otherwise shows off
the radiance of her skin.
Whitened teeth
are sharpened,
all the better to
eat you, my dear;
being a martyr
is hungry work.

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