Blood-red eggs...Mature

I killed my eggs, blooming with little baby faces smiling at their random mother...

I am a victim of my sex and,

when I screamed silently into God's private ears, He took me to a temple...

A Temple where I could reject my body, my sins, my sex... And live in the warm embryo of my soul...yet to be awakened fully...

That night I prayed to the sea and gave it 3/4th of my life, beating like a vulgar woman's naked footsteps in my heart...

That night the sea rose to kiss, bite and shame the sky... rip off its gentle clouds to reveal the night's bridal breasts- a feast to the drunkard's eye, melting with the lava of lust...

The End

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