Femme Fatale

“Well, let’s get our hands dirty, shall we?”

Come closer as secrets fall from these burgundy stained lips.

If it isn’t drugs, women, or weapons. What is it, you wonder we trade favors for? What every man and woman want, the one thing that drives the human spirit to do the most unspeakable and incredible acts—money. We are in the business of lending, fabricating, recruiting millions every day.

We loan paper; we own currency. If dead presidents weren’t famously slapped on our money, faces we greet every day in the mirror would be etched on the material in infamy.

They may forget our faces, names, hell, even our empire. But they will close their eyes and hear the shift in our shoes, the scent of my perfume. They will remember that even gods get scared, even if they are just ghosts.

And do you know what they will say to us when we die? As the fortress of Hell encircles us? Come closer as I whisper, “Welcome to the Chicago Leo.”

One thing is for sure, where the Empress resides, skeletons and a splash of mystery thrive.

◆Aren't you a little curious why they let a woman become King?◆

18+ Mature Content, Explicit Language, Alcohol & Drug Use, Sexual and Violent Scenes, Trigger Warning

Every light starts in the darkness.

What is your greatest fear?

Could you face it every day and remain sane?

For years I've been kept like an animal in a cage.

A pet to please, a slave to serve.

They stole my dignity, revoked my right as a mother and wife.

Before being taken, I was radiant, joyous even.

My elders often spoke with great reverence about who I was to become. A spiritual example to my community, yet I find it hard to see the purpose when looking in the mirror and seeing the scars of a woman I no longer recognize.

Though many try and silence our pain, I open my palms to show you the evidence of suppression.

My name is True Mouringdove a descendant of an Indigenous Tribe.

This story is not a reenactment of victory and triumph.

But a willingness to continue, under the most wicked of circumstances.

I am here, and I am a survivor.

But that doesn't mean my captors will have the same blessing.

TW: Deals with Sex-Trafficking

⚠18+ Mature Content, Explicit Language, Alcohol & Drug Use, Sexual and Violent Scenes, Trigger Warning⚠

It wasn't supposed to turn out this way.

My immigrant parents weren't happy; in fact, they impressed upon me how mortally wounded they were, but they weren't the first to betray me.

Soon I went from homeless teenager to a blunt goddess creating wonders from those seven leaf beauties.

What was wrong with providing a life-changing smoke sensation?

We all wanted to solve the ache deep inside us, and within this world, I discovered myself.

My green thumb is the reason men crawl on their knees with need.

I always wanted to help people, never knew how until my first harvest.

Duty calls, the doctor is in.

⚠18+ Mature Content, Explicit Language, Alcohol & Drug Use, Sexual and Violent Scenes, Trigger Warning.⚠