Shedding

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


I can feel it

deep within me

dispelling from me

shedding me.

the gravity of

responsibility

to care for my body

as a Good Girl should,

 

and cover it up

plug it up!

to keep it from falling,

egregiously showing

the gore of a truth

of womanhood.

 

I can feel it

deep within me

down below me

sticky wetness releasing

without permission or control

 

out of my body

remnant dark stains follow me,

counting out my life in months of time,

insisting on leaving the old Me behind.

 

open passage, hot and red

bubbling out and dripping down,

away, farther from my head

that can’t ever forget

the space readied for a life that may never begin there,

yet even still, the pain persists there

counting out my life in months of time—

a supposed choice that can only be mine—

 

that day seems distant now.

now, I think mostly of how

my body weakens and leaks,

contracts and misspeaks,

sending waves to my brain

saying “something’s not right,”

as I lie awake, shedding at night.


Submitted: September 20, 2020

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