- Flux Magazine
"Maiden Rain" by Amanda Pape
So sweet, that first rain
like a soft, dumb maiden
in a Waterhouse painting
The expanse of her hips
all rose water and cream
A means to an end
the carving knife
in the butchers hand
Oh yes that first rain
The violence of its
barbed perfume
It’s that of an ancient womb,
a putrid crypt
It stirs the stillness of
a land laid to rest
Undressing what it has
Exhumed
But the insects thrust
with needle teeth
into the green she has unearthed
They rot the petals of the rose
and spilt the fruit from
stem to girth
to make her bleed
beneath her skirt
Oh that first rain
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