Come on,
Throw your stones,
Cast me out!
Look at me!
The befouled girl
Condemned by the priests!
Cast out by the mothers!
Tortured by the law!
Gaze upon me in your darkest nightmare
And your sweetest dream,
As I call to you in your void of sleep.
I am hideous in my pulchritude!
I am beautiful in my ugliness!
I have skin of porcelain and rotten leather
I have luscious locks made of cockroaches and serpents
Adorned with nightshade and daisies
Rafflesia and roses.
Both Father and my father say that I will go to hell
But better to suffer myself than to suffer falsehood