This Womb – A Poem

Words: Faith Thurnwald
Photos: Faith Thurnwald

This Womb

This unearth me

Womb.

This dug in deep, six feet,

Womb.

This keep your secrets,

Shed me bare –

What the fuck is happening down there,

Womb.

This pelvic pain, self-disdain,

Can’t get out of bed today,

Womb.

This disconnection,

In my imperfection.

This weary, wrecked

Womb.

This unfuck me –

Get out of me,

Womb.

This you don’t own it,

Thought it was my private – part

Womb.

This you’ll let me part for you,

Make art with my legs for you,

This if my body was ever a temple

Men destroyed it,

And now it runs red with blood,

Womb.

This,

I can’t even control my

Womb.

What makes you think you can?

Womb.

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