Black Moon LIlith: 8

1

I waited all day to bleed

 

it never pooled,

flooded,

however it moves

 

more dirt under thumbnails this morning

 

I am chewing less

 

chewing them between my four front teeth

—less

 

the anxiety is a moisture of toxic particles

 

outside of me

 

the world is a soiled cabinet

 

staining my epidermis, the places where

 

I am already dead

—dying

 

unusual, more threadbare to infect

 

from the inside out

 

2

sarah suggests I keep an eye on my moon

mother of my body,

mother of my childhood mother

of my mother’s sun

scorpio in my ovaries, my sun

in my grandmothers’ womb

in the way I shave my legs

in the way I cringe when my inner arm

grazes my left breast

reading in the basement

sickened by my own softness