Blood on the Wall by Sarah Godsell

Quaz | Jan 14th, 2019 | poetry | No Comments


My pussy smells
on my period
Like she wants to announce to the
whole damn world
my failures of fertility and another month
where she may still attract life

like she wants to invite more
fingers inside her to explore her
walls and wonders and contractions

I shower twice
change my underwear at midday
ashamed of my how loud she is

in another life I would smear my smell on the wall
leaving everywhere I walk tinged with sex
and moonmagic
faint promises of orgasms and something deeper

but being stuck in this life
I pack my pussy away

take her home to take care of her myself

Poet Bio

Sarah Godsell is a historian, poet and teacher in Johannesburg, South Africa

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