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the poem my period brought me
it’s been 107 days since I bled
my womb thick with exit signs
a few little deaths
long strands
streak across white tissue
as I look at them momentarily
revelling in an explanation
for the tears that flooded
the whole damn house
because sure
I blamed the moon
and Mercury
and that wayward bomb
as a valid reason as to why
I’ve felt so atomically shitty,
but there’s no-one else here
in the bathroom
behind a closed door
demanding answers
and blood is beautiful
in its own strange way,
there’s artistry to its woe
as I look at its chosen canvas
labelling my masterpiece
just let it go
darling… let it go
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