CU M一 R: OLL WIT M, E V I L E N C E

the dead eyes of an infant. the taut flesh of a young boy. , in his gendered infancy, in fact, prior. what pleasures the flesh can hold when it is just a shell. knives running length wise, fantasies of flaying a neonate. boy, my head is on fire, with your skin, ribbons, the crest previous to a deep sulcus