Plague

I made a hole

or at least tried to

pushed a pin

in

tried to pierce skin

i was nine.

I bartered with my mother

a clean room for a clean wound

a shiny ball, a sterilised silver stud

the issue of her womb grown

decorated.

 

I made me whole

or at least tried to

hung gold

from

old holes, lobes

i am fine.

I bartered with my conscience

a full hole for an empty pocket

a shiny plague, a burnished locust earring

the issue of my womb gone

yet I am decorated.

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