Logen Cure I should have pulled out my tampon and shoved your fingers inside me â€“ I should have forced you to feel me draining. You were the making of my womanhood. I should have made you reckon with its carnage. It would have been a small consolation for the last battle I lost at your hipbones. I wrote countless treaties you never signed â€“ you were so content with waging war. I should have stained your sheets. I should have turned the water brown as you washed your hands of me.
Earth-scorching fiction, creative nonfiction, and poetry.