Visitation

She feels your breath in her sleep, and feels it like an infestation of larvae cocooning under her skin, threading a wall of silken filaments, weaving from rib to rib and sealing off her lungs in a strewn vault, then piling up chrysalis upon chrysalis until she bloats as when she was with child, though now her womb might rip open when ripened and give forth a nightmare nature never intended to be, a pestilence of insects from the belly of a woman. This is the taste of your mouth. This is the feeling in her skin while she sleeps and tastes your mouth from across her bed.~The Harlot Goddess

She feels your breath in her sleep, and feels it like an infestation of larvae cocooning under her skin, threading a wall of silken filaments, weaving from rib to rib and sealing off her lungs in a strewn vault, then piling up chrysalis upon chrysalis until she bloats as when she was with child, though now her womb might rip open when ripened and give forth a nightmare nature never intended to be, a pestilence of insects from the belly of a woman. ~The Harlot Goddess

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http://www.amazon.com/The-Harlot-Goddess-N-Onym-ebook/dp/B00H4KGI78

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https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7515689.N_Onym

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