I’m a bad bitch,
stay low to the ground witch,
made of ground stone and bone motherfucker,
bleed snake skin and vermouth.
I was born under
a watching eye:
teeth, moon, armless spiders
are my kin.
See me sizzle against your skin,
erase time from our coordinates,
etch our blood lines together
creating black holes singing bright.
Photo by Taylor Harding on Unsplash
Megan Coleman
Megan Coleman has been writing from the womb and is an emerging poet in Chattanooga, TN. Five of her poems appear in Elephant Journal (2017), and she is featured in Ordinary Madness Magazine (2017), Vocal Magazine (2017), finalist in the Fortnight Eyewear contest (2017), Visera (2012), and the winner in poetry in Chattanooga Writer's Guild contests in 2003 and 2004. She has given readings at Barking Legs and Mudpie Cafe in Chattanooga. She also has a B.A. in Women's Studies.
