atlas hands

    A poem by Rachna Shah  i. born Sweat gathers upon brow, opal-shaped teardrops exerted Minutes trickle downward, agony-filled moments A pinch of pain, then a roar of pandemonium erupts Birthed is a wrinkly creature, blood-covered body ii. childhood The world is carved from dreams of tarts and sweets, She spends hours upon the ice, tracing images with plump figures Wobbling upon the creaking … Continue reading atlas hands

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An anonymous submission/poem I cut it out of me I cut it out and I didn’t look down I didn’t speak nor did I change my mind It was done Infinitely, deliberately, beautiful It was gone Out of me, you are You small bump of human suffering I saved you from this hellhole A universe of female bodies being legislated Where my humanity shreds itself … Continue reading goodbyes like these