41 weeks (+4 days) I'm so frustrated my bones are making pearls of milk making my body soft making my skin weep and all I can taste is salt and the ocean and the grittiness of pearls and my pores pop them like eggs all slick and misted little carriers for monsters who masticate soft sacs of girls from the inside laughing from behind their salt pillar teeth crunching up my bones with glee
41 weeks (+5 days)
my body weeps small pieces of silver
like a mother, soft light
in my hands becomes liquid
and it rolls its cries from my fingers
calling my love, my love
the moon has come for you
Jennifer Wilson lives in Somerset, England, with her newborn baby and full-grown husband. Her work has appeared in various online journals including Vamp Cat, Mojave Heart, Molotov Cocktail and Awkward Mermaid. A full list of her published work can be found at jenniferwilsonlit.wordpress.com and she may be found on Twitter @_dead_swans //