No bells, no whistles. This is me—no strings attached.
These are the things, then, which we self-endowed gods must prize
above our own creations: Jealousy, Obsequity, Betrayal, Sin of any sort that suits our affected moods.
My bile is thicker than your blood.
sidestepping broken bottles, she trudges homeward— high-heels in one hand, halo in the other.