Something something divine feminine
by georgia-marginson-swart
There is a bowl of cherries in my room
Red and sinful and luscious
And I have been going to work each day
Thinking of their plump little bodies
Of my open window
The flies surely lured by their sweetness
The June heat that aches to rot them
I think of their skin breaking between my teeth
Of maggots writhing in their meat
I have been coming home
Pressing secret handfuls to my lips
Gluttonous
And
Ashamed