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the blood of the women of my blood stir under deep layers of earth like cackling magma churning through and by like the arteries of my flesh moving and burning and exploding like enraged volcanoes. the words of the women of my blood cool and harden--are dark and shining like basalt or obsidian we are the casual sort something that shouldn't be confused with softness our tongues are tougher than pumice and our mouths only shape letters that chafe. I am of fire like my mothers before me pulsing radiating.
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Nov 23, 2011
Nov 23, 2011 at 12:33 PM UTC
the blood of the women of my blood
the blood of the women of my blood stir under deep layers of earth like cackling magma churning through and by like the arteries of my flesh moving and burning and exploding like enraged volcanoes. the words of the women of my blood cool and harden--are dark and shining like basalt or obsidian we are the casual sort something that shouldn't be confused with softness our tongues are tougher than pumice and our mouths only shape letters that chafe. I am of fire like my mothers before me pulsing radiating.
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Nov 23, 2011
Nov 23, 2011 at 12:33 PM UTC
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