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She sits atop a hill, the brown stone Goddess Bleeding. She squats and part her legs, the yoni splattered with red, Bleeding. No cloth, no pad, no shame a wild wild woman untamed, Bleeding. Her vermilion melts, and drops and paints, her forehead to her yoni, Bleeding. The blood feeds earth melting the hearth, Bleeding. The red of life, preserved in a menstrual cup Bleeding. From the kumkum to bindi to choori to saree, she a woman deliquescing in red, Bleeding.
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Sep 8, 2020
Sep 8, 2020 at 10:32 AM UTC
guni-vats
DEVI KAMAKHYA IN RED.
She sits atop a hill, the brown stone Goddess Bleeding. She squats and part her legs, the yoni splattered with red, Bleeding. No cloth, no pad, no shame a wild wild woman untamed, Bleeding. Her vermilion melts, and drops and paints, her forehead to her yoni, Bleeding. The blood feeds earth melting the hearth, Bleeding. The red of life, preserved in a menstrual cup Bleeding. From the kumkum to bindi to choori to saree, she a woman deliquescing in red, Bleeding.
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