sexta-feira, julho 03, 2015

Some days I feel like my body is straightened

... held up by thin braces, metal spikes embrace my spine, my face, my cunt. I can feel myself from above, but I can't see who's holding them. It would be easy to think about submission, but I don't think it's about submission, it's about holding and being held.

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