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.