Globulous Maroon
Curdling wave of denatured purity
Milk and acid, perverted mated pair
Waltzing, obese ballroom spinners
Twirling, breeders spun by children’s fingers
A fleet, in concentric circles turning.
Churning, in hidden tunnels, empty wombs
Clotted to lumps, a viscous drool
From spout of oesophagus poured
Over that inverted delicacy.
An internal storm blows like fury, shocks
Of bucking, lurching on every wave
Oobleck’s
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Categories:
menstruation, women,
Form: Free verse
Blood Red Girl
(to a blues riff)
You're a blood red girl
You're a blood red girl
You're a blood red girl, you're a woodshed girl,
You're a good good girl.
You're a good good girl
You're a good good girl
You're a blood red girl, you're a woodshed girl
You're a good good girl.
You're a bloodshed girl
You're a bloodshed girl
You're a spit-curl girl, roller derby
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Categories:
menstruation, dog, music, riddle, sexy,
Form: Lyric
A Woman
A woman is strong.
She is loving and wise.
She endures,
She moves hearts,
She laughs and she cries.
She nurtures,
She commends,
She supports and she mends.
All for the sake of her children and friends.
A woman does all this,
And yet,
She suffers the dreaded menstruation.
In modern countries,
She can go to the store and buy things like tampons,
Tampons and pads.
Then she'll be on
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Categories:
menstruation, deep, endurance, for her,
Form: Lyric
I Am a Woman
Every month, I loose blood.
My , abdomen, every part of my body - gives me pain..
For days.. I cry, I hardly move.
I'm a woman that owns a complicated body.
that bleeds and breasts that are hard to carry..
But does that matter?
when from my an infant comes
and when my breasts give milk and warmth.
Every
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Categories:
menstruation, beauty, body, feelings, for
Form: Prose Poetry
I Am a Woman
Every month, I loose blood.
My , abdomen, every part of my body - gives me pain..
For days.. I cry, I hardly move.
I'm a woman that owns a complicated body.
that bleeds and breasts that are hard to carry..
But does that matter?
when from my an infant comes
and when my breasts give milk and warmth.
Every
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Categories:
menstruation, beauty, body, feelings, for
Form: Prose Poetry
Categories:
menstruation, innocence,
Form: Footle