the death of jezebel

consumed heart valve,
choking on the artery
Princess, Queen, Ruler
of it all, those wild dogs,
jumping, biting, frothing from loins,
parted. Push one lip aside, two more open
wet words dripping running towards death
they simmer in the fire the sun projects
sunbathing before they combust split open,
the flesh once torn into- speaks:
do not worship anyone else.
False love does not protect.