Bloody Diplomacy

Bloody Diplomacy

You were whispering lines of fantasy about gifts & fate.
I’d heard it before,
Your praise like a smack I’ve learned to tolerate.
I dream of bloody diplomacy
Too paranoid to sleep on the floor
Too tired to sleep under the bed
The leather burdens of ancestry
I am a pretty beetle
An ornament
A bauble for your pleasure.
At least it was always on my terms.