Period

 

Blood you make me feel the womb you are

I surge through veins anguished by the rush

 

Placid as the force that pushes me and pulls me

I whip anything that will give me time, so much time

 

Filled with bleeding thoughts on clean sheets

Pouring out of a spout built to take it

 

I feel the force locked down as it rumbles disgust

Only breathing deeply will placate it.

 

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