Episiotomy
Content note, mention of childbirth, and related interventions, and medical procedures. Some nsfw language.
He left a word – Episiotomy the maker's mark, stamped upon your heart. You traced the outline of those wounds for me over tea, unable to forget. Constantly. Stunned by this horror he inflicted on you. Me. A thing that you could never find words for. Could only feel the edges, distended. As you breathed through the pain.
From one bloodied split vagina ruined by birth to another, incised into my crotch. imperfect.
These things marked onto our minds, etched into our bodies. “one real one fake” you said. First born, twice. three kids, three jailers.
infertility is my gift. Both of us, wounded in our sex. Like mother like daughter. Your wound imprisoned you, mine released me.