A face hot with an orgasm, I barely sit still as I write. I am naked. In the light of whatever is unholy dim in this grey night, I look bronze like sunshine. My hair spills over my breasts for nobody to witness but me. No lips caress the hollow of my collar-bone and no arms encircle my waist.
This is freedom.
I have loved myself like no other can, touched myself in places others have not dared to explore. A heart to give, I no longer have; but the body organic brims with forbidden desires of other virgins. Desires that saturate beneath my skin until gooseflesh blazes across like countless stars. Hair rises, their silken shadows fall. A quivering lip, a throat run dry- parched for more, more, oh more. Litmus fingers run red at the touch of acid core, all vitriol released.
Tonight the world will hear the bitches moan free, run the streets unbound, unclothed, hunting. The night is ours and none shall see. Demure veils blind the cultured upbringing of better girls, chaste with fear and silence.
But I, I shall embark upon a journey towards my chosen land,
Run with highwaymen in unilluminated paths where footfall does not return-
To find the burning hell of taboos and unleash it into my mother's kitchen.