The crucible

Woman sighs. Woman cycles by. Woman fucks. Woman lies.
Woman found dead in Howard Beach Motel. Woman in black. Woman in white. Woman.
Woman cums. Woman thinks but does not say. And woman quivers. Woman washes. Woman flexes and woman swims laps.
Where does woman begin? And where does she end? Woman as wine. Woman as flesh, as nude.
Woman eats a mango with her hands. Woman kneels and woman bends. Woman cooks and woman burns.



Read the rest of ‘The idea of women’ fiction issue:

The world is fire’, by Ariane Both

If someone told me I was dying I would drink myself to death’, by Judyth Emanuel

Make my back burn’, by Fikret Pajalic

Raining price’, by Sally Breen


Vivienne Cutbush

Vivienne Cutbush is an emerging writer and artist currently based in Hobart, Tasmania.

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