Sanguis Song

The cold edge slides in hot flesh
Sharp stinging strokes
Til that heady rush comes flooding in
Control. Alive. Free. MINE.
Drifting off into my secret lands
I keep cutting past each barrier
Until the sting fades
Into the sanguis song of my life
Everything else too fades
Here but not here
I find comfort in the tranquil calmness
Until the banging on the door begins.

Childhood Works

Siobhan's Glass (short story)

Noises of Silent Worlds (poetry)

Membrane Drum Mosiac (poetry)

The Sunroom (short story)

Adult Works

Breaking Free (short story)

Coil (poetry)

Trouble Pooping? (birth satire)

Wyld Womyn (column)

Explict Prose & Poetry

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