Episiotomy
Content note, mention of childbirth, and related interventions, and medical procedures. Some nsfw language.
He left
a word
– Episiotomy
the maker's mark,
stamped upon your heart.
You traced the outline of those wounds for me
over tea,
unable to forget.
Constantly.
Stunned by
this horror
he inflicted on you.
Me.
A thing that you could never find words for.
Could only feel the edges,
distended.
As you breathed
through the pain.
From one bloodied split vagina
ruined by birth
to another,
incised into my crotch.
imperfect.
These things
marked onto our minds,
etched into our bodies.
“one real
one fake”
you said.
First born,
twice.
three kids,
three jailers.
infertility is my gift.
Both of us,
wounded in our sex.
Like mother like daughter.
Your wound imprisoned you,
mine released me.