submitted by Dana Leggett, Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada

i speak to you now, hear me before my head explodes…
i need you to understand this flesh
it holds many memories, many scars

babies have been housed here, like nesting birds with the sweetest song
babies have travelled down the path
that you explore with your fingers, your breath

i have allowed you into all of me
hear me now
the birds have built a temple of this space
hung beads from the ceiling, soft pink wallpaper
delicate wallpaper

understand me
birds have built a temple of this space

the windows are broken, hear me say this
there are no more birds, they flew away a long time ago
the carpets are full of sickness

this temple
no longer a temple
gleaming gold and rosy love
but the darkest shadow in the darkest forest
hiding away
hear me when i say

birds have decorated this space
in all of their innocence
they have shone all of their wisdom
burnt their initials
in the delicate wallpaper

they have built a temple of this space

This piece was written days after I was sexually assaulted by someone that I trusted.  I was very angry and writing helped me feel sane.