In the beginning, there was the belly

A poem from the You tear us, Uterus series

Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash

In the beginning, there was the belly
Smooth, pure, and perfect
Then came the shadows
One and one and two and one

One more…

And another one…

Each one of them leaves its mark
Crack or creak
In the matricial building
In the organicity of the prepubescent village
A canyon tore the ground
Then was covered
In silence

Afterward, there was the belly
Smooth, pure, and perfect
Although crucified by invisible nails

Marked forever