The frightening but also most profoundly desired satisfaction which the poet dreams of is to be liquefied.
“What they disallowed in me, remains. What they bled from me, so stark and violent, I scooped it into my hands and drank it all back. It rolls down the corners of my soft cheeks, baptismal.”
Alyssa Morhardt-Goldstein | Nympholepsy
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