Jan 30
HE APPEARED IN MY DREAM, WITH A HOLE IN HIS SIDE, LIKE THE WOUND JESUS BORE.
I CARESSED THE WOUND AS IF POSSESSED!
WHEN I SLID MY FINGER INTO THE WOUND BENEATH HIS RIBS, I COULD FEEL HIS LUNGS.
HIS HEARTBEAT PULSED THROUGH THOSE HOT YIELDING ORGANS.
THE BURNING HEAT OF BLOOD. THE BURNING HEAT OF LIFE. THERE WAS A STRANGE, EERIE PLEASURE IN DISTURBING IT.
THE PLEASURE OF DETRUCTION. THE URGE TO CRUSH SOMETHING UNDERFOOT.
A FIERCE DESIRE TO BREAK THE CAGE WRAPPED AROUND OUR BODIES.
IT TOOK ROOT FREELY IN THE SOUL’S DEPTHS, SPREADING OUT LIKE TENDRILS OF MYCELIUM.
AS IF TRYING TO ERODE THE PRISON OF FLESH AND BONE SUFFOCATING HIM.
