Excerpted from my ( I'll get there....I'll get there!)
upcoming novel:


ANGEL THROAT

The Story of
Stephanie Staphe

by Sumshee Urszula Kirken







Prologue




She knew what she had to do: swallow hard.


One of the hardest things in the world to do was to swallow something against her will, not to mention doing it with such force.
She knew that the upcoming spunk of turmoil was to be dangerous... possibly fatal, but this was her job... her destiny. If she did not keep the seal tight, there would be tell-tale signs for all to see and the whole gathering waiting in the hall would know of her escapades in the “green room”. She was now prepared for the expose to the press, her fans and her detractors. This was a crucial moment. DON’T fuk it up!
Tighten down on the firmness... the soft surface of this item gave plenty of cushion to keep the wet where it needed to be kept, as long as she is vigilant in her duties. Concentrate. Allow. The world is hers right now. Control is hers... right now. Control the situation.
Breath is rushing hard. Pace it. Speed it up. Slow it down. Grind and deprive the lungs till near asphixiation. It WILL be worth it.
There it is.
She never had to taste it...it was to deep... but she WOULD taste it later, unless...

“Rolaids, please”.








MOONFATHER’S GIRL

Child, lover of all.
Moonfather's girl,
believes the world
to points absurd.

The world so far
is youth for you.
Alone,
you see us not.
Feel the stab of joy;
the joy we give to you.

Grow far long-distance girl.
Take in the dirt to cloud your eyes with life.
What matters is what matters not;
live your life alive.









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Dancing ‘round the fire,
the pyre is hot.
I want to jump in,
not just be
dancing ‘round the fire.
Trenches to leap exist,
too wide, too deep.
I want myself for myself.
I do not always recall myself
for myself, to myself.

Barriers arise from our own facilities,
by our own design,
from our own departments.

Dancing ‘round the fire,
I want myself for the world.
My dance is hot, hot as the fire.
I want to be whirled,
turned, as on a spit...
not just be dancing ‘round the fire.

I want to be handled
divided
devoured
enjoyed
digested

I want to nourish the world
with my design of myself
from myself
and back to myself.

The Infinity of Fire



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