Fatima Matar فاطمة مطر
Silence is not empty, it's full of answers.
Nov 4, 2011
Once a month she opens herself.
her flesh pink folds let slip an incomplete existence
red lava rolls down her inner thigh
around the bath tub it spins dizzy with warm desire,
with a final suck, the drain groans.
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