This Mutilated Woman's Head
A spectacle of form that interrogates what it means to experience Girlhood through the fantastique.
"Sometimes a princess nightmare smells you up; gristled pink, parfumed black and chunks you through baroque bedrooms, a sorority swan girl bleaching dirty panties, or sploshing you in custard cysts. This Mutilated Woman's Head
feels like a jeune fille's education in suppuration, pumping the crust full of this teenage castle while not giving a fuck about the curfew. I am strengthened and revived by its septic promise, as 'Sisterhood is brightest when bloody.'"
About the Author
Aurora is no longer in collusion w/ the predator.