Red as sex and pomegranate spills.
I am words unsaid. Your belly’s tightness.
Thickened soft flesh and rivers
ancient iron-rich dispersion. Wash me
at the Mikvah: cool tiles, fresh water. I
I am tongues unfurling
from your body. I make you scream
fuck sob wild and raw. I am everything.
Every day, every month. Flowing.
Roberta Chloe Verdant is a writer who lives in Brighton in the UK. She loves the woods and mythology, and plans to start her Shamanic practitioner training in the Winter. From September she’ll be teaching the first in a series of writing workshops for women working with archetypes. She’s contactable at firstname.lastname@example.org