MINE

on a pale salmon pink background, 3 uterus's have been drawn. The first on the left is smiling, intact. The second in the middle is making a surprised face, the fallopian tubes gone. The third on the right has X's for eyes, a frown with tongue sticking out (this uterus is dead). It's outline is wobbly and pale, the only solid organs presented the vagina and the ovaries.

screen shot of poem "MINE" by KP Junberry, captured in order to show the formatting. The poem is typed in this post below.

their standards

injected into my marrow

extraction painfully slow

overly bendable joints

once used to

ASTONISH

ENTERTAIN

led to a life of

frustration

cautious of the

cycle of pain

limitations set by

wet meat

charged for movement

by electricity

tingling and crawling

every joint

every muscle

invading my bones

clothes usually so safe

comfortable

loved

dragging me to the ground

enhancing every awful sensation

of a flesh prison

never requested

once never given a second thought

taught to judge

taught to inspect

taught to hate

yet…

in spite of their poison

every change has been

Mine

cutting hair

dying clothes

painting ink beneath my skin

Sterilization

Desperate for a

Chance

to be Me

wishing since i was

Sixteen

(penning this at thirty-six)

to flatten the chest

throw away the excess

live without this

hindrance

must be bliss...

finding joy in movement

varied

along the illusion of

linear time

learning how to

Read

Coax

Trust

my next step

my next act

to inhabit the body that is

MINE

to reduce the

rage

anxiety

stress

despondence

to free myself from this

blood soaked prison

the womb i once thought

i wanted,

to use,

told so and

accepted

endlessly stabbing

breath stealing

strength sapping

ANGUISH

Removed

Cut out

No more

the uterus

Evicted

Gone

Goodbye

closer to Me

to a body for Me

fuck all who say otherwise

KP Junberry

Written 02.15.2026

Death of uterus 02.27.2026