Nails and skull

Punch holes in me, coward

Let my skull sprout it’s flowers


Grab a hammer, take these nails,

Go thud, trip a trepanning hammer


I’m fine while I stay in motion but

At rest I’m dead, drowning in my own head.


Have I ever had a mood of my own

Or just misfiring synapses


I can see them, though unclear.  Illusions

Distortions of mind, culture, and ear


What’s it going to take to break through this Wall of Silence?

I suspect that there are people on the other side of it.


The Maenad (She/Hers) Transgender Goddess, an activist, artist, poet, publisher, sex worker, and author of creative non-fiction, erotica, fantasy, and science fiction.

Her work has appeared @corporealitmag @engendered @gutslutpress @fahmidanjournal @redplanetmag @wickedgayways @365tomorrows, within the Gongfarmer’s Almanac and on Madwomen in the Attic.

Her first chapbook, a work of trans erotic liberation, the Ishtar Cycle, is available from @lupercaliapress

Find her @dreaminggynoid on Twitter and @scarlet_maenadum on IG

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