Milfbrain, Devourer of Planets

“You look so lovely, big and round
And full of baby, gently placed
Inside your waiting womb when I
In carnal heat had spread my seed
Across your fertile rolling plains.”

My generic pixel husband
Speaks with such a fervor, yet I
Cannot find a way to tell him
That my fields comprise a barony

My entrails will not stretch to form
The basis for your violin
Your Caesar bursts not from my chest
My lungs admit no breath but mine

Feel my wrists and note they lack the
Strings you’d need to pull to make my
Forehead call forth wise Athena
Like I’m motherfucking Zeus

You fool yourself and see in me
A garden full of fledgling growth
That sacred duty forces me
To mulch myself to feed or else

Flesh and soul a single myth to
Render me the backdrop to your dreams

Waste your breath and I will still be
More than dirt to grow your perfect plant.