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Born of Pain: A Menstrual Poetry Collection - Holly Easton

My thighs covered in Raspberry jam slip from bed towards the pantry

My cervix gifts me A pimple the size of a Peregrine falcon

You don't surprise me Anymore. Same vanilla Bloodletting. Routine.

Inside, my cervix Thanks the heating pads and cats Who warm their pussy

Does anyone else Miss or wave goodbye to their Uterine lining?


Holly Easton has, on occasion, experienced a great deal of menstrual pain. When at home, these experiences are shared with Lindor bunnies and her cat. While at work, these experiences are shared in poetry. Easton has an archaeology degree and advocates for peace, justice, and demilitarization. She writes plays and performs as an improviser.



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