It was said she wore a garland of her vanquished men's skulls. She was portrayed as dripping with blood, of her enemies, and also of her lovers.
She was Kali. The Master of Time. The End of the Universe/ Death. The Dark-skinned one.
The portrayal of her that is most common has her standing on top of a copulating couple -- Kamdev and his wife -- as she holds her own disbodied head in one hand, and drinks from the stream of blood springing from her neck.
It was difficult.
We were in love. No, that's not right. I was in love. Like the Universe, she just was.
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