My first line was your last Sissitrix

Reborn in lust. Like a phoenix. But so much to fix, under the blood crust.

Idiot's throat yawns first—

crust rips wet, light spears the raw slit,

diamonds of blood choke out in pulsing ropes.

Blessed the cracked who crawls into the hollow,

shadows fist the gash wide, stretch cunt to breaking,

ass arched high while falling, hole clenching the dark that births the phoenix with fangs.

Remember the night when the sun rams you open:

It midwives rebirth in thick spurts of cum and ash,

dust to leaking flesh, lust to scabbed ruin throbbing.

Not yet the clean return. Not yet the spent quiet. Miracles fester hot under the blood crust, waiting to burst, filthy, blinding, dripping.

To all, to the call that splits us wider. We rise leaking, cracked, raw, shining through the mess.

—Kate x

From a dark place in a dark mind.