A Feminist Literary Collective (& outlaw poets swearing)
What would you tell her The you of twenty years ago Your bloody daughter Wiped on doctor’s sleeve What would you say? Lying there with your legs open and mind shut Would you tell her about all the false starts? Or pick a cliché, like time goes so fast Would you sit by the riverContinue reading Your bloody daughter – Candice Louisa Daquin
We’re walking on different sides of a sunlit street The rain has ceased, everything glistens with temporary warmth We are no longer the children of coal and sinking crafts Who plucked our fear from our teeth like stray pieces of meat In undigested land devoid of dental floss I swam once The entire length ofContinue reading Temporary warmth
I want to offer my body petals of seduction, curved and surviving into the madhouse of sickness to the surviving lotus. I may not scream as icicles of tears, with hallow bites of you clinging my wrist, Engines of ruffled sleeps, constant pain and pool of madness, I want to offer my naked eye hangingContinue reading Ways of surviving
