After Judith
She in tekhelet, blue as the drapes of priests or tabernacles her maid in dull crimson old sacrifice. His blood on sheets white as the under-layers of their gowns his hold on her collar impotent, stainless their purity intact. It is he that is held down and rendered, given his head in this moment before it becomes something other; property for old men, proof. She has pulled up the sleeves of her finery, set to it as if she has slaughtered lambs before she has no mercy. This is like to what we do, after all in back rooms, in dark chambers this is marriage, bloodletting, birth. This is the labour of our hands, this is woman's work. Shannon Connor Winward Shannon Connor Winward is the author of the Elgin-award winning chapbook, Undoing Winter. and a two-time runner up for the Delaware Division of the Arts Fellowship in literature. Her work has appeared in (or is forthcoming from) Fantasy & Science Fiction, Analog, The Pedestal Magazine, Literary Mama, and elsewhere. In between writing, parenting, and other madness, Shannon is also an officer for the Science Fiction Poetry Association, a poetry editor for Devilfish Review and founding editor of the forthcoming Riddled with Arrows Literary Journal.
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