PERSEPHONE’S IUD
I work part-time for the underworld:
My flesh and bones call in sick through the earth.
Minions, they come to my bedside,
Reach fingers deep at night,
Pluck wombstrings.
Hecate sidles up next to me,
Glares down my dead-bug body.
You deserve this, blood-denier.
Die screaming for a moment’s peace.
What you seek stinks of narcissistic greed.
Bitch,
You mean independence,
Space to think,
And no small amount of ease?
Thank you so much for reading my work.
See you next week.
