Seven
I’m a virgin, I’m a whore, I’m a saint and I’m a demon. I’ve been dealt a foul hand, I’ve been cursed, with glutton’s hunger, my blood is boiling, getting madder through my veins, it’s mingling with my tainted purity. My body, a greedy pleasure, an object spoiled by lust, I could become any such ting, an alluring mother, rotten object of desire, every single thing I do, every single thing I wear, has to…