The Thousands

Can you hear it? It’s the call of the wild. It’s the smell of sweat oozing out of your pores and dripping liquid gold into the sand under your feet. It’s the taste of the pagan’s blood filling your mouth and trickling silently down your chin. It’s the lazuline hue of the dark, velvety sky behind the furious blaze of a myriad stars. It’s the psychedelic beat of the drums and the screams of a thousand sisters hurling their voices into the night. It’s the intense pain of nails tearing through flesh and the exquisite ecstasy of lust rippling under your skin. You are a woman. You are a wolf.