Trigger Warnings:  Blood; Family Abuse;  Physical abuse; Cursing

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Womanhood Smells like Rotten Tuna


the first time, i remember clearly,

my mom took my bloody panties

              (the honey bear print ones)

and soaked them in the bathroom sink

                            (“it’s your first period, Sweetheart”)

and sat me on the toilet seat under the Shitter Cross

(“don’t go anywhere”)

and held my underwear like a catcher’s mitt

              what the fuck is she doing now?

and grasped the pivot of my ponytail

                            (“stop squirming”)

and smeared the redness over my oily forehead

                            (“I SAID STOP MOVING”)

and worked her way rubbing down to my lips

              (“hold your breath”)

and smiled while i cried into the fabric

 (“it’s ritual”)

and my pimples popped to dye the lining

              please stop touching me

and i coughed into the cartoon animals

              let me go

and she dropped the damp thing into my lap

                            (“you’re officially a woman, baby”)

and left to find me extra thick pads



Leona Wilde




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