by Melissa Silva
They thought it
was
from sacrificing
animals,
slicing open the
belly
of a beast,
slaughtering small
pigs,
offering up a
burnt bird
They thought it
was from her
monthly,
deep sanguine dripping
down her thighs,
mixing with black
earth,
making mud
But it was from
walking through
a world filled
with
bloody fields,
bloody battles,
the bloodied
bodies of
other women,
Witches all
* * * * *
Melissa Silva is a
Poet and a Nurse, living in the Boston area. She has studied storytelling and
performance, Oral Traditions, Asian, Contemporary, and Experimental
Poetry. She is a co-founder of the Poetry Sisters Collective
and was a member of the performing collective Storytellers in Concert. Her
poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Tuck Magazine, The
Lily Review, One Sentence Poems, Bonsai, and others. She
does promotion for Červená Barva Press, Somerville, MA.
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