Little Deaths

We implode— explode— in raptures of liquid light that set the skin to sizzle on the spit like slow-cooked meat, pulled apart in greedy clutches, peeling skin from skin, limb from limb, sinew from bone until all is gone, fallen away in shreds and trickles. Tongues prodding, hungrily, for the taste of coppery bliss of… Continue reading Little Deaths