Eat You as Offering
The last thread snaps
And I am thanking several gods
At the supper table
High tea and high wine
Poured in the vase with the menstrual blood
To water the lawn of a sacred
Government funded apartment complex.
My life is every life of every woman
Who knew she'd rather die
Than allow him to walk through that door
Freshly washed and hung with a broom
Ever again.
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