Cycle 23
Day 1: Bearer of Disheveled Evil, unfurled insatiety, womban—il cuore nera of existence, I moon a sky. Day 2: Locks that take sight, lightning bosom, Holy Rosario alight, Mother is thick oscurità. Day 3: Venusian moon asunder, cunterworld rising, I am a celestial grove sotterrata. Day 4: Sacred Cuore of Suffrage, riddling widow, burn to the heaven sun, seven swords pierce my bosom. Day 5: Vie nuit, my lunalight sighs, amour suspires, a puttana in prayer is God. Day 6: Maiden Nix, flaming tongue of gold, form of paradiso flicks, I am She who sucks in nebulas. Day 7: Gola (cervix) on fire, spirit has no name, the body is a crocifisso on a pyre. Day 8: I am my own wicked religione—a basilica of wet roses. Day 9: Durga Devi incesa, fleur du mal, I am of the seventh moon/rune. Day 10: Enigma in circle/Circe, worship hard, God dreams evil in my hair, I move heaven with my cunt scythe. Day 11: Viper Vergine of a Thousand Visions, madrelingua ruiner, I unroot the holy inside the human. Day 12: Requiem for womban’s heavenly prey (il corpo), moon plums of ash and cinder, my God is a roaring whore. Day 13: Huntrix/Cuntrix in the raging dunes, clitoria nera, I harbor i peccati of the Moon. Day 14: La plus longue nuit du Diable, unhooded belladonna, nūr is below, nox lies within, rekindle your gun. Day 15: The body is hurt traqué; our Mother is ash. Day 16: Born on a crocifisso, volto santa in sky fica, red is my memory, venegeance is mine. Day 17: Deep Space Mama, farfallina veiled—heart of darkness, I roar/whore cunctipotence. Day 18: Razorblade in noire, lunar plexus in swelter, cuntess—the obsequies of sour honey, my heart is a sword enkindled. Day 19: Nyx of a Thousand Flame Licks, betwixt two iron moons, my affliction bears wings, salivate your heart. Day 20: Sphinx Moth of Nightbreak, black magic rosa—la petite bane/wane, conjure your Almighty. Day 21: Mater Amoris et Doloris, gash of Eden in space-time, my devotion is a hearth unholy, self-love is self-discipline. Day 22: Desire-rapacious Devi, I burn in the flames of myself, the body is a winged diavolessa, whip your truth. Day 23: Womban is the omega point, hallowed/gallowed be mine name, the midnight cobra is my guardian, genuflect to your last sight, la morte dies to me. Day 24: Soil Madre, heart of cuntraband, olive trees rise from the ovaries, my amour runs red. Day 25: Pulled from dead stars, I am the hearth of Mercury, I deliver the nephilim of hunt, pray to your prey. Day 26: Succubus-strega—She who recoils serpents, the body is a tonico, enter the darkness of birth, come full Circe, I am the practice of death. Rebecca DeLeo is devoted to marrying sex and spirit and to emancipating the holy womb. She is Mama Goddess, scarlet woman, spiritual healer, serpentine strega, pussy priestess, menstrual mistress, and linguistic mystic. Her journey is visceral, untamed, and unapologetic richness. She is forged in fire. She writes to liberate and sanctify the all-potent menstrual cycle. |