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



The medicine is in

the wound itself


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