Drip by Celeste

Down into the moist fertile soil within my womb I fall.
The darkness is eating everything alive, leaving nothing behind but a whisper of ancient songs, remembered only by those who are willing to walk blind.

Drip drip drip.
Down into the abyss, where my soul is dancing naked around cold, blue fires of ice.

Ravish me, beloved.
I can still taste your semen in my mouth, sweet and thick.
Love me one last time, before I vanish into the dense hole of nothingness.

From this point forth I know I am nothing but the dark red death. 🖤

Celeste, 32, Berlin