F/32 - Excerpt

Why She Lost It-

Ela has the tightest cunt in the world. Every blessing is a curse, Ela reminds herself.

Ela's cunt creates a corrosion around her like a protective moat.

Ela considers her cunt to be implausible, like a caricature, a lush and obvious imbalance of nature.

Ela's cunt is her stigma, her credential, her legacy, her shield, and her shadow.

Her cunt gives Ela a transparency she likes. She lives in its illusory infinity. Its grip on her at times becomes unbearable.

Ela supposes that, like a mirror image, her cunt is a trick, like throwing ashes into people's eyes: mere diversionary tactics.

Ela cuts a heroic figure living with that manic cunt of hers, the restless flickering light that flashes from her thighs guiding wolves and sheep, dupes and deceivers to its haven, saving lost souls, welcoming all comers: like a legendary pharaoh; and like a lode-star in the firmament.

Ela wants to have a good look at her cunt one day, and laugh.