PCOD
Poetry / Writing

PCOD

 PCOD  my body is a bleeding boatthere’s firecrackers and soft stones bursting out of my womb and onto the footpath;the cracking noise was my ribs,in case you were wondering. my body is a bleeding boatit swells and the limbs spread like they were crucified with gold nails,i am not allowed to condemn my conveniences even if they … Continue reading