Crimson

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It hurts so much
I feel it twisting my insides to the point where I can't breathe
I don't know if I want to throw up or break wind
I just know I want it to stop

Days later it's gone
But it's left behind a trail
It's thick and crimson and so uncomfortable
It wakes me from my straight side sleep and screams at me
"Clean me up!"
It has stained my sheets again
Stained them with its anger at me
For not giving it life to protect
For not giving it the tools to the job it was made to do

It sheds itself of the wasted life sack
Clearing out my womb for another chance
It is giving me another chance
To fulfill my biological duty
To carry on this helpless race of mortals

It hates me in a way
When I've enjoyed the company of another
When I've invited hope into its folds
Only to disappoint it with a latex shield
It takes note of that betrayal
It can hold onto that grudge for 28 days

It remembers myh deceit and
It twists itself in disappoint and frustration
It stains my sheets again
And screams at me to just give it a damn already

But I love it

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