September 24, 2018 | Occasus | Issue 8 | Poetry
The Eggs are Burning
i bleed bike chain rust on a sticky sunday morning
ball up the sheets in the bathroom corner growing breasts should have been my first warning the eggs are burning, Polish sausage warming momma says to wear flannel pants under my nightgown i bleed bike chain rust on a sticky sunday morning brothers, thirteen, stares are swarming i pretend i am Carrie on prom night, skin dripping and reeking growing breasts should have been my first warning high fives exchanged because men keep scoring i can no longer tell which form of blood is under my nails i bleed bike chain rust on a sticky sunday morning in class, strange boys’ hands grow boring i pretend not to feel them, focus on oxidizing iron and steel growing breasts should have been my first warning synonyms for weakness according to boys: coward, weak-ass bitch, pussy synonyms for pussy according to google: vagina, bodily fluid, embryonic, spermatic i bleed bike chain rust on a sticky sunday morning growing breasts should have been my first warning. |
DANIELLE BRYL-DAM is a second year student at Western. She is currently completing a degree in both English and Creative Writing. Her poetry has been published in undergraduate journals such as Symposium and Iconoclast, as well as the Wordsfest Zine by Insomniac Press.