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Idling in a wedding gown, white on white skin reflecting in its paleness the filth of what has been and what is to be. Slips of fabric tease hard lines of shoulder, a wispy, hyaline veil cascades in reverence about honeyed curls and through the curtain, his lashes flutter a boyish acquiesce. Fruit trees sprout on the petticoats of the billabong: desert figs and passionfruit and currants thick with black flesh who peel themselves back to tumble into his wide-open mouth. Tulle and silk bunch around his knees soaking in juices from the feast. Eyelids lower over two blissed out messy half-moons, while drool or puke or juice drivel down his chin in uneven, marbled strings.
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Jul 23, 2023
Jul 23, 2023 at 11:15 PM UTC
Bride
Idling in a wedding gown, white on white skin reflecting in its paleness the filth of what has been and what is to be. Slips of fabric tease hard lines of shoulder, a wispy, hyaline veil cascades in reverence about honeyed curls and through the curtain, his lashes flutter a boyish acquiesce. Fruit trees sprout on the petticoats of the billabong: desert figs and passionfruit and currants thick with black flesh who peel themselves back to tumble into his wide-open mouth. Tulle and silk bunch around his knees soaking in juices from the feast. Eyelids lower over two blissed out messy half-moons, while drool or puke or juice drivel down his chin in uneven, marbled strings.
[01-2020]
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Jul 23, 2023
Jul 23, 2023 at 11:15 PM UTC
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