Flash Fiction: Emergence

Flash Fiction: Emergence

©Alicja Brodowicz,  www.alicjabrodowicz.com

©Alicja Brodowicz, www.alicjabrodowicz.com

By Laura Napolitano

My body is not a temple. It is more. 

It is a juniper tree bending in a storm, refusing to break. 

My skin is not a canvas. It is marred and calloused.  

It is a burnt field growing through the ashes.

My stomach is not a unit of value.

It is a tower of rocks, its folds merely the space between them.  

My uterus is not an incubator. 

It is a serpent shedding its skin, outgrowing itself and its audience. 

My body is not a temple. It is everywhere. 

It is everything.   


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