Poetry
Marchell Dyon
In her prehistoric thinking if no one stoned her
She would throw herself against the rocks
From her arriving spring into the night
She ran away from the moon’s light hunting her every step
She wanted to remain as she was
She did not believe in the evolution of womankind
She wanted her chest not to sprout and flower
She wanted the red wetness between her thighs to stop
You are a woman now, was all the advice
Her grandmother gave with a smile
No more make-believe but woman’s work
No more dolls but babies at your breast
Her older sister had warned her about the curse
Seven times Cain, said her older sister
She looks back at the moon calling her
She tried to shut her ears to the sweet lull of the moon
She knew she could not stay forever hidden from the goddess
But she was determined to try
Marchell Dyon is a disabled poet and budding storyteller. She believes her disability has inspired her creative spark. Her poetry has been published in Toasted Cheese Literary Journal, Full of Crow Poetry Magazine, Rainbow Rose Ezine, Blue Lake Review, A Little Poetry, Medusa’s Kitchen, The Stray Branch, Strange Horizons, Mused Bella Online, Convergence Literary Journal, Silver Blade Magazine and Torrid Literature Journal. She is from Chicago, IL. Email: marchelldyon[at]yahoo.com