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?
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Very moving words!
Bold!