I’m just a girl, your honor. I pursue the ecstasy of agony with a soft grin. I ate from the tree of knowledge so many moments ago and ever since I could blink I haven’t been able to stop asking questions that would destroy me. The taste of truth burns delightful. I’ve cauterized my wounds built my minarets like mirrors. Yesterday I was his canvas for greatness, today I am that crazy bitch. Your honor, I got it from my mama. Ishtar wrinkles on the brow, all muse, a projection of starlight, a parade of mythomania and simple long eyelashes. I’m a girl who wants everything in the world. I can’t rest until the fruit of this place runs rivers down my face. Heaven can wait, your honor, I’m just a girl with taste. Let me go until I’m full.