Violent and gross and breathtaking. This chews at your thumb as much as your heart, and addresses vulnerability and chosen (or forced??) community with whip-fast dialogue and profound moments of silence with visionary imagery.

Gross! Leah is a grade-A perv artist with the best of 'em. Bonepoetry (spineless white, front to back, lick my knees) combined with the biblically feminine — suckling, weaving, nursmode. There's also a motherfucking murderaxe. A phantasmagoric one-act ride of phantasmagoric violence. How brutal to be told your fingers aren't that bad. That you can't play anymore.

Three women (sisters? friends? any relation? does it matter?) named Marie get a break from their daily, repressed monotony when a new plaything arrives. Delightfully nasty and creepy. I love a good horror play.