bleed me
bone dry
drink the marrow from my bones
hollow me out by twilight
dress me in my maroon dress
name me janey and
turn me into a corn husk doll
for the children to play with
teach courses on being inanimate
may the girls grow thin like brittle grass
may they stay silent
and robbed of tongue
so the boys can get on with their class
a/n: i struggle with my view on femininity and gender a lot a lot a lot. growing up a woman has felt like being hollowed out and exhausted. that's all i know.
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escapril
Poetrybathing in spring showers. basking in cool shadows. a poem everyday in April. Copyright 2019 @timespieces
