“POISON?”

PHOTOGRAPHY BY DELANEY MCDERMED

Color Wheel

PAINTING BY ANONYMOUS

On Medroxyprogesterone

POETRY BY ALICIA HOCH

I am washing blood off my hands. The soap only sharpens the smell of iron. They say this is to prevent cancer as if I could avoid the stains of this disease.

The soap only sharpens the smell of iron. I ignore the eyes filled with pity next to me as if I could avoid the stains of this disease. “Is this your first time? Poor thing.”

I ignore the eyes filled with pity next to me. Down one pill, then three. “Is this your first time? Poor thing.”

I nod; sit and listen like a dog.

Down one pill, then three. They say this is to prevent cancer.

I nod; sit and listen like a dog.

I am washing blood off my hands.