every woman knows
how to wash
blood from cloth
so it disappears
you might see the shadow of the stain
if you know how to look
oh, we hear the whispers
secret shames, not saying names
like we know the ache of
cold hands
cracked with soap
to soak blood away
tendrils shift and flow but
no, never be new again
blood, blood, indelible and
has War been declared?
or merely a parable
as we breathe battle cries
in soft, lipstick-smears
but
don’t underestimate the touch
the shrill, strident, bossy, quiet, nurturing clamour
of those who ken
how
to out blood
because we know how
know when,
oh, me too
minor, major, doesn’t matter
the wound sits
dark, underneath
and maybe it’s time
to win a battle
crack silence, a shot
and
take a little ground
do not, do not, underestimate the power
of those whose life is bound
in blood and shadows
do you feel it? The rising awe, the gore
I can taste blood. Blood! I can taste
a shift. blood
Blood,
I can taste…
victory
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