Saturday, March 26, 2011
POETRY: Dominance by Savannah Nolen
Dead skin was crushed to my face.
I could feel the blood dripping down from my skull as if a warm shower was cleansing me.
I should have felt bad, but I didn’t.
The pain engulfed me into a sexual ecstasy.
My heartbeat ran wild and I could see my clitoris suspended above me mixing with seeping blood to form a dance that could outshine the tango.
As I shred my nails further into milky flesh I knew that this was right.