Red Meat

Something seductive in violence, almost unique to women.

The hunting lioness and the pregnant mother who craves red meat.

She would sell her soul for the carcass of an animal to fead her and her young.

An appetite- that is what it is.

Something primal and beautiful in it, the taste, the simple violence.

All for the purpose of feeding the child.

Women are warlike, it is a fact of nature.

‘Like the agony of child birth; the blood.’

The wildness is calling with a necklace of tongues-

Womanhood.