Closer, Muddier

The camera’s closer. The pit’s thicker. And this is my filthiest offering yet. I talk, I writhe, I surrender—mud coating every breath, every sound, every inch of me. It stinks. It holds me. It feeds on my need. And when I can’t hold back anymore, I give it everything. Right into the filth. Raw. Real. No mask. No mercy. Like, share, and follow links in bio.