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Tag: periods

shatterglass

I’m not always so
fragile. but right now I’m
afraid of being dropped,
of shattering into a
million pieces and becoming
damaged goods, beyond
repair. handle yourself
with care when you feel
d
i
s
i
n
t
e
g
r
a
t
i
o
n
coming on like a storm,
like the chill wind
seeking out
all your cracks to
blow you into bits

maybe I’m trying to break
myself down so no
one else can do it
first, as if
controlling the
process might make it
OK
to not be
OK

this is the madness
talking, I
know. I know.
I knowwwwww. look, it’s
very simple. just
stop it. but words
don’t fix anything
ultimately.

even though
it’s also true
that

this,
too,
shall
pass

Posted on September 23, 2017September 24, 2017Categories 2017, poemsTags being on the physical plane, blood, body, dreadchan, I'll sleep when I'm dead, it came from Twitter, madness, periods, talking to myself, the struggleLeave a comment on shatterglass

for whom the bell

when I was in my mid-30s, a man –
one with a degree
in how my lady bits
worked – explained to me
how my body
was only meant to make
so many homes
for the babies
that never arrived.

Continue reading for whom the bell

Posted on November 8, 2016December 6, 2016Categories 2016, poemsTags nature, periods, womenLeave a comment on for whom the bell
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