Writhe - Eksi Ekso

No taste for harlots/cherubs

I preferred

Anonymous clerk girls

Not one spared

Lusterless black/red locks

I preferred

Gold toppled fair girls

Surnames tied to fortunes

They came in droves

Each with a space

In line for fraud

First to be slain

Mimicked, replaced

Mimicked, replaced

We all can’t wait

To mimic and replace

I’d love her to run but she wouldn’t dare

Instead she just writhed, cold fucking vixen