Poetry by Victoria Wraight

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The Reason We Bleed

A nice girl is a girl bound for a bloody reckoning where she will learn the reason god made her so sinful is because her voice is too strong to reach the ears of the sinner that craves her fruits so much he burns the garden. A woman is not a woman without blood of some kind. A woman is a creature with teeth. Have we failed our mothers? Have our mothers failed us? Eve is to blame, I am to blame, may the whole damn world be blamed. 

Why does Adam shine with gold in his glory of dominance won by planting seeds where they are not welcome in barren lands made fertile by hate and shame born of our fathers who repent only what they are not sorry for? 

I will grow sharp in obscure places and bite into throats like my wild grandmothers of duller days in fields and labor she is forced to brush her hair for so husbands do not discover we are ugly as we scream. 

You will never touch me and live to reminisce on how your fleshy digits dug into my skin which I kiss each day to thank it for being a barrier between my inner parts you want to spay and gush into for your own glorious memories and veiny thrusts barely heard over the cries of women who have seen this before. 

I am sorry. I am sorry.

A nice girl deserves more than this.

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Victoria Wraight (she/her) is an avid reader and writer always looking for the cryptic and strange in her hometown of Buffalo, New York. When she isn’t haunting local bookstores, she can be found hunched over an iced coffee exploring her latest weird ideas. Her work has been featured in Diet Milk Mag, Wintermute Lit, Hearth & Coffin, and Not Deer Magazine.