There’s that throbbing again! In the slit center of me. Spreading vehemently, devouring, insatiable, red like blood and warm like body. They say I’m Jezebel because I like it when she purrs.
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‘Now you can get pregnant.’
I became a woman but all my mother saw was a dirty girl. Like the wombs before and around me, scorched by estranged origins, I got in bed with shame and became disembodied, found myself in hell.
‘Virgin or Harlot?’, they asked me at the gates.
Sensing my fullness, I looked Illusion in the eyes.
‘Both.’
Engulfed in the flames, I chose all of me and it purified every thing that was not free.
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