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yes.
We kept our great grandmothers held in with steel rods
and strangled the whispers from their bodies.
We hung the Goddess from the tree like sheets
twisting and wringing itself in the wind.
Then lighting our candles to pray to
Saint Catherine of Sweden
so our wombs won’t shed
what isn’t rightfully ours.
During the night when the Winter winds
whine and howl
the screams
of our Great Grandmothers
and the Goddess
can be heard for miles.
Only to be silenced
once more.
