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He came and left a rot inside her womb.
She lay there naked curled around her blight
that rotted till her famine would consume
the ridges dug inside her skin that night.
He told her he would build them both a home:
A kitchen with a cross above the door.
Then turned the bedroom to an Iron Dome
where cross and carpet justify abhor.
He waged a war, her body was his gun,
her mind the enemy, her victim voice.
‘Family Troubles’ is a sonnet utilising a courtly form to connect the similarities between The Troubles in Ireland and the war in Palestine, in terms of Colonialism’s impact on the land and its likeness to the figurative occupation of women’s bodies.
Written by Amy Wake
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