“Before we begin, I need you to tell me our safe word one more time”
What happens when the degradation
stops being about erotica, and
simply me asking you to say
everything you know
I hate about me.
When I come to
my own self-hatred,
Does aftercare even matter?
Boundaries versus narcissism
It’s nothing like kissing a mirror While fucking a replica of everything between 99’ and 25’
It’s resting on a knitted gray blanket and being enamored by the performance of golden hour before the moon joins the stage and begins its set
Naa Asheley Afua Adowaa Ashitey (She/Her/Hers) is a Chicago-born writer and an MD-PhD Student at UW-Madison School of Medicine and Public Health. She is interested in the intersection between scientific research, medicine and the humanities. Her works have been published or forthcoming in The Brussels Review, JAKE, The B’K Magazine, Abstract, The Inflectionist Review, Sage Cigarettes Magazine, and more. More at NaaAshitey.com
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