I have three things inside; The Beast, The Intellect and then there is ME grappling with the leashes of those other two.
It is the ME that is vulnerable.
If I stand behind The Beast or The Intellect then I cannot be touched. They are my guard dogs, my attack dogs, my guide dogs.
Like wolves pulling a sled, I sit tucked up in fur, a frozen Queen wishing to thaw.
I wave at the icy serfs, the starving slaves and the lost changelings who all try to stay close at the entrance of my Kingdom. I call “To the ghosts, the lonely, the needy and greedy – Let them eat cunt!”