The Morning After Rape

 

I roll awake, missing time.

Dust quiets a clock’s hands

while I trail my own down

bruised thighs, press one finger

inside my vagina. I am lace

caught on a split nail.

 

 

 

 

Allyn’s poems have appeared in Black Fox Literary Magazine, Medusa’s Laugh Press, and others. She is the winner of the Gladys Burris Creative Writing Fellowship and an MFA poet at Oklahoma State. She moved from Utah to Oklahoma, where the hymn of cicadas is as arresting as the Wasatch Range.

 

 

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