The Blood


My thighs witness atrocities

Rejection of immortal seed

Bloody branches of the family tree

Drip. Smear. Stain laments from me.

Glaring mirror as a flaring marquee

Refusal of sweet heaven’s key.

Why then a memorial to futility?

Why sings death my infertility?

2 comments on “The Blood

  1. Aunt Lizzy says:

    Very moving words!

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