I bet you have
a mansion. You sell
land at true

cost– blood-
soaked
beasts,

all the kingdom
in your pocket,
the precious

metals
polished
at your feet,

hungry stars needing
forever
more. I wish

that for you– my hunger
tastes of bitter

rosemary,
the dreams
of a plot

go on through
the storm.

(originally published in Trigger Warning Magazine, Winter 2025)