Blood that pours out
Out from her rosebud
Where she was pricked
A halo crowns her
Her divinity returns
A deity to no man today
A curse upon
She walks and her hips
Sway behind her swab
Hungry eyes smitten
None can hold her
A whirlwind in her womb
And soft cramps
Of afterbirth
She expels in a gush
Which too soon
Reduces to a trickle
She flows around
She forms again.
04.12.2016
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