A poem by Siarna Kinney

when i first got my period i cocooned on the bathroom floor

and cried for hours begging it to stop

i was tired and didn’t say anything more

didn’t sleep for days

was startled by the sound of my own voice

i became so desperate that pornography was more believable than god

but today i still search for the face of jesus in the faces of those women

fake cum cries

pretend orgasms like white flags

my womb is a bomb shelter with tissue plaster

it’s an empty room that i stuff with men if only to feel better

maybe he will be able to hold back his disgust long enough

to jerk off on my homely body and hide the scars in milky white


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