Words come flying from my pussy
Not the mews and purrs that I’ve come to expect
But the shrieking howl of a woman who has lost her truth
Words like moist
Words like cunt
Words like asshole
Words like stop and
Words like no - No! No! No!
I have the right to say it
I always have but never did
I fall back exhausted, spent
My heaving chest reminds me that I still have a body
I’m still alive despite everything
Despite you
I’m not broken, I’m strong
Made of tough fabric that won’t tear
You have to do worse to see my lining
To spill my contents
But if you did, where would I go?
Into the ether? The earth?
Hungrily reabsorbed to become the ground I stand on?
The bed that I made that I lie in?
Where do words go after they’ve been spoken?
Is it true they keep travelling infinitely?
If a butterfly can flap its wings and cause a tsunami
What do my words do as they cross the globe?
No longer audible but still vibrating
Infecting the world with the shadow of my shame
Do they hit the world like a wall of icy water?
Or do they seep in like a toxic fog?
If I shower the world with love
Can I undo the damage
And neutralise the venom of my words?
