By Saoirse Ní Dhonnabháin


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 


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