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.
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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