The Beginning-Introducing Aurora Pheonix

[Art and poem by Aurora Pheonix] It felt like miscarriage. There was the requisite agony and attendant gore – absent the maternal oxytocin glow. This being erupted from her unbidden, extruding through dry constricted orifices. It wracked her – a clamped down silent caterwauling black hole wrenching her skinside in and curdling the yolk of theContinue reading The Beginning-Introducing Aurora Pheonix