In the Valley of Your Hunger
Three days every cycle spent curled in the dark Pill bug buried in leaf litter cheek pressed to a stone that was once a shell Listen What does Shadow say when Shadow has your ear the hollow in the bottom of your lungs? Your breath to speak on? What does your hunger say growling in the pit of every thing you refused denied the belly-sob of want skeleton under your skin working your jaw Listen to that death-rattle voice the dark side of I Am that will be heard Allison Armstrong is a polyamourous, bisexual, leather femme, a kitchen witch, and a Professional Naked Girl living on unceded Algonquin territory in Ottawa. Her work has appeared in Cuir & Queer Press, Coven Editions, Bywords.ca, Rag Queen Periodical, L’Éphémère Review, and elsewhere. Follow her on twitter @amazon_syren. |