day of the red
Summer Green
The day of reckoning is upon us – en garde!
two women in love
both pouring with blood
because ‘we’ve sank up’
like you said a swimmer does
though I must sorely disagree
sorely being the key word
‘a swimmer sinks down!’
and just like that, reader
I bit the first bite of the night
completely unnecessary and downright stupid
but it was the hormones
talking, we avoided shouting, ended up laughing
and eventually showering
vulnerable and hugging
my ear on the cusp of your rib cage
warm rain embracing our shoulders, but we’re not male directors – thank god
and so we stand, intertwined
your head on mine, while uteruses empathise
tampon strings hanging out
and the water never runs cold.
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