55 FICTION: FINALLY GODDESS

I think the story works better this way now that I've pruned it down to its bare essentials.
I like 55 Fiction!

“Don’t!” I begged.
The shape of my lips made a blood-kiss on the marble floor.
“Kneel, Bitch!”
Drunk on the moon’s tears, I became Kali between your knees. My tongue hung red, bloody, thirsty.
You pushed my face down. I bit and tasted your blood mingling with mine.
Then you were the one screaming “Don’t!”