By Saoirse Ní Dhonnabháin
Growth
Sweet flesh transformed
scraping teeth, dry eyes, flaking skin, skin so swollen trying to cope I feel the affects more than ever now
something is growing
festering
Eating and drinking and consuming my blood, my life, my energy, my calcium
engorging my body, bursting my breasts
ripping and tearing and screaming its way out of me
They placed this bloodied mangled thing that wriggled on my chest scrapping for more, more more
Happy Birthday, my child
