poem: IUD

 興梠 優護 Yugo Kohrogi

The upshot is

I feel your cervix

Two fingers

Eyes roll back

I was made of pain

Red rose, touch me and feel my name

The storm in my lower stomach reminds me

That in order to refute any future hurt

I must experience this mind numbing, very female lobotomy.

Heaving my lunch over my bed.

While I curse the men and their freedom

Womb debase me

Exposes me to pain unimaginable

But to have and to hold

A bonnie wee lassie

What if I ignore her?

Will she roll and play dead?