April 4, 2018

“There were many gods, those that had no names, who were thought of only vaguely because to think hard on them was to think of misery and abyss but a misery and abyss that was so overwhelming, so stinking, it immediately killed the one who thought them. Father and mother wrote on my body, smeared me with old blood, invited the gods out of the shadows, told them to do with my body what only a god could do to a human woman…”


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