Lailo Lema

What should have been lust became something hotter, thicker, and clotting. Naked and exposed, the girls press closer, bodies slick with want, breaths mixing in a shared rhythm. But the timid one drops to her knees, onto all fours, baring her secrets. She starts to bleed, spilling faster than it should. It deepens, it darkens, it spews with violence. But what the bleeding doesn't do, is stop.