For two days, I considered suicide,
but then the cramps came,
along with the blood I didn't earn,
and the death wish faded away,
almost as though it had been attached
to the nest inside me,
a shadow hiding inside my womb,
the dark spreading up my spine
so it could sink its probing fingers
deep into the tissue of my brain.
It never won, though. It slid out
of me in flood of discarded tissue,
as useless as an unfertilized egg.

No one ever teaches you how to be a woman.
They smile at you with razorblade teeth.
They gleefully inform you that there will be suffering.
But they never tell you how or when or why.
The only thing a woman can do is bear down until it's over.

03/08/2013

Posted on 03/11/2013
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