THE WEREWORLF: A GOLDEN SHOVEL AFTER 'GINGER SNAPS'
- Mar 21
- 1 min read
By Sezin Devi
One day you wake and you’re not yourself. I
feel like I’m peeling out of my skin and I get
flashes of heat, skin on fire, boiling this
lobster in a pot that’s my full body ache.
I’m 17 again, acne that’s not, it’s actually cysts and
I can’t pop them because now at 46 my skin scars and I
have itchy tits and wake in the middle of a thought
at 3am, heart pounding and can’t sleep, it
isn’t trauma, it’s this change in me I knew was coming
I was bitten a women, it’s too soon, too soon for
my women parts to shift away from sex
right when I’m able to enjoy it again, but
no, nope now I’m riding a hormone rollercoaster it’s
careening over the tracks, off the tracks to
drag me to raging against the ageing, this tear
in my heart bleeds into all the everything
makes me cry and this isn’t the pain to
remake my body into these hairy, toothsome fucking
shapes after I’ve just made peace in all my broken pieces.