Abuzz.

I am womb-less.

Stabbed by a knife wielding computer named Davinci.

Four dashes run across my belly like an equatorial line.

A boundary demarcating the femme of the north and the queer of the south.

I bleed no more,

but the vagina doth roar.

Last week, she thrummed like a percussive shiver in a hollow drum,

again and again this buzzing.

There was a full moon on the rise.

And the crest of womanhood seeping from my baby girl’s thighs.

My body still beats, still makes song

even with the cervix and uterus gone.

A sunset with full moon and waves of water in the foreground.
Photo by Lucas Meneses from Pexels

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