Spine serpentine, beadwork, blasphemy, a quill in the darkmothers breast, drive the peircing through her flesh, she feels no more... Drink her, she will bathe you, a tattoo, a drumbeat the needle makes the inkwork, the needle draw her blackblood... she feels nothing...
12/08/2003
Posted on 12/09/2003Copyright © 2024 Vikki Owens
