Glimpse
Continue reading “Glimpse by Judith Skillman”
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Effusion
Vincent Castiglia paints with his own blood.
Before you decide this is revolting,
you might want to try it yourself.
Don’t go to the extreme though:
The Last Time It Bled
the last time I bled was when I stood on glass
the worst time I bled was when they put the scissors in my vagina
Continue reading “The Last Time It Bled by Emma SzH”
One Day Mother
When cramps come,
With knotted stomach sickness
And hours curled
I remember one week of knowing you,
The children you named,
Those who’d have,
My eyes
And your hair.
Continue reading “One Day Mother by Eden Howard”
Artificial
is how things should be.
The bloodied disturb our equilibrium.
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Continue reading “Artificial by Paul Brookes”
The Periodic Table
reared my brother to normalise the words:
‘I am bleeding from my uterus’
(he’ll thank me one day)
I’ll complain every time I bleed-
my potential
scares men with small minds.
Continue reading “The Periodic Table by Isabelle Kenyon”
