"BLOOD" by Kristin Garth


Begins when you are ten. Attack, surprise,

you can’t defend. A friend, they say, but do

they make you bleed and want to die? Disguise

in black your need, the stain that says you’re


a girl that’s dead enough to grieve. To wake

in sheets as red as photographed true crime.

A being marked to give that once did take

awakes ashamed, a sieve for secrets, time,

suspended self — to suffer silent, serve,

a pretty picture on a shelf. At ten,

you want to scream contempt but lack the nerve

not celebrate what feels just like an end.

A burden blamed since apples and the flood

on women’s shame. This bond begins with blood.

Kristin Garth is a poet from Pensacola. in addition to Rag Queen Periodical, her sonnets and other poetry have been featured in Occulum, Faded Out, Quail Bell Magazine, Anti-Heroin Chic, Fourth & Sycamore, Murmur Journal, Society for Classical Poets and many other publications. She’s currently constructing a dollhouse chapbook entitled Pink Plastic House: Three Stories of Sonnets. Follow her on Twitter: @lolaandjolie.

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