UTERUS

A healing arch from childhood rape to hysterectomy

Hysterectomy

If I spread my arms

If I arch my fingers

If I stand on one foot

If I twist one leg around the other

If I curve my back

I still cannot achieve

the shape of what I lost.

No.

I have to bend my head and look down.

Then the shape is perfect

Then the pride is gone

Lose your head to enact the womb.

Is this a curse?

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Anne-Christine Loranger
Anne-Christine Loranger

Written by Anne-Christine Loranger

Une vie sans art est une vie foutue - A life devoid of art is a waste

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