Poetess, all incl.
I wore you on me at all times
Like I now carry my pen.
Unlike your own opinion my
belongings must have a function.
You bled through the ink of my lines and
to be my subject nursed your thirst.
Was it my fault, or your own, that you forgot
―I do not deal in tender verse.
All mothers breed dead children.
They shall, perhaps, live later.
When no longer dead, they are born
Not―by coincidence, by choice.
Hansson’s debut poetry collection Where Pain Thrives
was published in UK, July 24, 2015 by Émigré Publishing.