A gods debt
by Kayla Barker Sutured together by artists, devoured blasphemy- hallowed out, & spit back up, ( you are afraid. ) Hooks longing for her ribcage embrace; god-hands that can't seem to keep to themselves grapple the gargoyle exterior of her deflowered frame. ( spread your legs. ) Red-inked and trembling, prosetry masked as screams knots into her anatomy. |
Torso VI by Ryck Rudd
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