Sanguinary

 
Medically urged
     Purged

             Sanguinarily
                              flushed
                                 Hushed by woman's flow
             Smothered
                       In

                      Blood

A year of bleeding uncontrolled
         Mother Nature unappeased
                                      Uneased
Hormonally dis-eased
 
Flood of blood unchecked
                           Anemic aftermath
Wrath of lingering malaise
                  Movement as though trapped in sluggish currents of molasses
            Exhaustion informing all

Medical establishment's response: slice and dice
                   Surgical intervention
Detention
         Now, pay attention

Initially, mayhap quality of life improves
But, with age will come complications
           (new clinical studies of aging populations indicate issues - unrectifiable)

Cannot replace what's been displaced
           Permanently
                       Structural support
                                misplaced
                                            Gone

Destabilization
               Internal military detente
    Haunt
              Phantom echoes of the missing

No thank you, doctor
You say, possible sexual dysfunction?
I say, blood, then, at this junction.

I ruminate

How many years 'til menopause?

Tests come back - doc says: still fertile
              Breeding machine

Uterus equals solely baby condo
          Why, then, am I so attached?
Deity knows, I'm done! No more babies for me now.

On breeding
Do tell: what makes a woman a woman?

Indoctrination throughout childhood

Life

Insidious seeping poison says
    without words
     with nuance
                atmospheric pressure
worth of woman defined by womb

I've absorbed this to my core
Though I thought I'd reached a better place: womanhood is comprised of so very many.

Others without a womb I regard as woman; why not myself if I undergo this surgery?

Must I become so anemic, they've no choice lest I die?

Or wait until my doctor's (and daughter's) worst fears are realized and cancer rears its gruesome visage: another forced decision to detour old Grim?

It appears so.

Twas scheduled
          too frightened of potential complications,
          too attached,
          too too
          too much a fool
                                mayhap


  Hysterectomy for the hysterical?


I bleed therefore I am
           (sanguinarily sanguine, that is)

We'll try somewhat new: convinced by my doctor
                 Surgery in A minor
Burning as a panacea
                            How quaint
          Do bring the leeches on...