Drink her in, down your throat
Cold milk honey
On your knees
Let him fill you with life
Stop tensing your legs, gripping, resisting
Reaching for completion
Peel back that skin
Rip the scab off
When the darkness overcomes her
She no longer panics.
Curiosity arises
She says Yes
To every outcome
She says Yes
To the excavation
She says Yes
To her chaotic
Opening
The medicine is in
the wound itself
— WOUND applications close November 1st. You must do a call with me to join.
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