Life & Death & You & Yours & Mine

“Her blood on my hand. Or rather, her blood on my cock. My hand picking it up (my cock, and with it her blood) crazy, frenzied, pumping. Her life on my cock, in my hand. And also her death. What could have been, but was shed. That primal smell, turning us into animals. We never were anything but. The fertile smell, yet rotting. Life and death in one fluid. No, two, hers mixed with mine, blood and semen, red and white. The red of her insides, pulled out and smeared on the soft white curve of her ass.”

Clayton Cubitt