Black Moon LIlith: 8


I waited all day to bleed


it never pooled,


however it moves


more dirt under thumbnails this morning


I am chewing less


chewing them between my four front teeth



the anxiety is a moisture of toxic particles


outside of me


the world is a soiled cabinet


staining my epidermis, the places where


I am already dead



unusual, more threadbare to infect


from the inside out



sarah suggests I keep an eye on my moon

mother of my body,

mother of my childhood mother

of my mother’s sun

scorpio in my ovaries, my sun

in my grandmothers’ womb

in the way I shave my legs

in the way I cringe when my inner arm

grazes my left breast

reading in the basement

sickened by my own softness