BALDHIP Magazine: Issue 08

maggie woodward

night work

there are things you should know about your leaving. the door shut

behind you & I clawed off my face. three fingers down my throat & I

could vomit your babies. I could vomit your teeth. you went. I could

have killed you. I could have killed you. I could have killed you

without moving. my tongue was on fire & I vomited hair. my jaw was

on fire, see my sharpening fangs. see all the things I’m not allowed

to say. I want skin that’s never touched you, I want blood you’ve

never warmed. you went. I sliced open. you went. I vomit up thread.