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The Clenching of a Fist

By Siri SandquistPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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The clenching of a fist

unheard rumors whispered

that one over there, be careful

as women always had, warning, tending, tender

open wounds between our legs blinded by sunlight

worms, wet dirt

The smell of the sea and the saltiness of tears

This is happening, birth is pain

we are cleansing you out of our bodies like a red dripping

no longer fearful but fierce

That one over there?

The drink in his hand the wry smile of an adventurer seeking new planets

We are not afraid anymore

We point and laugh and you wriggle

worms, wet dirt.

No longer prey but praying

We are not planets but enigmas

Flesh and blood, bone and skin

Nerve endings, humans.

Do we not shit?

That one over there, shrinking.

The power you held dying as we ink our arms and bare our teeth

No longer smiling, hissing

You hold no power here.

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About the Creator

Siri Sandquist

I'm a human that writes words, design worlds and like to pretend I am someone else. In other words, I am a larper, writer and feminist.

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