finding elsewhere.

21st september, 2024.

i am soaked in him. his taste still on my tongue. we slept all night tangled in one another. our legs knotted, his arm in the space between my neck and the mattress. a seatbelt around my throat, waking up still coiled in the same positions we went to sleep in.

he is a very strange, special soul. he wraps himself around me and i curl back in response.

reproductive organs crying out. bodies fuzed. contorted anthropomorphic shadows in the cave of spleen. i feel a primal darkness wash over me when i am with him. smiling in ecstasy of pain. both of us covered in my blood.

it felt like magick.

under the knowing gaze of the full moon, waning and glazed in pink icing: our festival of sex.