The blood soils the white cotton panties as the blood saturates through like starch on a corn leaf
I felt the sharp scalpel knife slice my skin
My cracked hips painfully broken into silent screams as tears of hate pierced my heart once it is removed from rebirth. Blood minus water left me empty and cold. I lived the lies of regret from loss. I fought back tears of hurt and pain I needed to survive. I took the risk of losing my remaining strong in doubt, fearless being ashamed and beautiful within. Take an ounce of blood to multiples of the exponent infinity minus the water and hold it with a loincloth. It’s needed when you are a woman