Ohhh, I hear the shrieks. The femme shrieks. The world is shrieking femme at me. From outside me I hear them: delicate, elegant, gentle, incessant, intense. Shrieking into me, shrieking from deep within me.
It's exciting, and it's scary. It's lovely and its overwhelming.
What are they? What do they saying to me? What do they want?
They say 'Go beyond, Deborah, go beyond...'
They command 'Descend, descend, descend...'

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