LET IT BE KNOWN
I worship the Goddess.
The one with tangled hair
where insects nest.
The one with blood-soaked thighs.
The one who crushes my concepts
with her razor teeth
and spits my mind into the wind.
LET IT BE KNOWN
I worship the Goddess.
The one with tangled hair
where insects nest.
The one with blood-soaked thighs.
The one who crushes my concepts
with her razor teeth
and spits my mind into the wind.