Poisoned Against the Moon
Your mother mistakenly led
her daughters to the house of a butcher,
and when he flashed his cleaver,
found the door locked
You are now a body of static, forced
to mutilate words on your cutting board tongue
(You’re only beautiful until you open your mouth)
You wear red bras now,
but you’re only borrowing these breasts from your mother
It is now your turn
In the distance,
a washing machine hums
The door is locked
Mollie McMullan is a sophomore English creative writing major at SUNY Geneseo. In her work, she tends to focus on issues regarding womanhood and control. When she’s home on Long Island, she can be found scavenging the beach for sea glass and trying to train her untrainable dog.