I have a scarFrom my breast boneDown to my pelvis bone Bisecting me like a mountain range It’s deepWhere they cutInto my vena cavaA piece of meThat was never meant to be seen Much less touched The surgery saved my life But my skinBears the painOf being ripped apartAnd sewn back together again My brainContinue reading “Emergency”
I wanted to have a choice, Why is that such a struggle for men, for you? You broke my choice down, into digestible chunks, And then wondered where my voice went.
You know that moment? That sweet hanging precipice, the sharp edge our words can live on until someone tips their hand, pushes those final sealing words, toppling to the ground; a blood sacrifice, pretending we didn’t prick our tongues, prayed to the gods, to make it not so? And all that potential, clatters echoing intoContinue reading “Potential”