“She lived in cosmic language, an unknown haunted mouth speak. And she was fury. A blur of pure hair and blood, milked skin and muscled rope. This wasn’t love, no. This was a fragmented drunkenness on semen, feminine secretions, and a summer’s sweat. This was living, high, inches from death. Ecstasy imagined.”
Coren Astor-Furna - “Creature Content”
beheads posted this
When the heads tumble - the body remains.
Que sera sera, Meatball.
