Periods, Period.
Every month her womb copiously cries, bleeding to remind her that she is the creator's pride,
She smiles as it cries, refusing to weep even as searing pain tear her insides,
Five, six, seven, ten days of intense torture, she knows life goes on thanks to the gender representing 'her'.
'Periods' they call it and she dare not rest, as she continues...
She smiles as it cries, refusing to weep even as searing pain tear her insides,
Five, six, seven, ten days of intense torture, she knows life goes on thanks to the gender representing 'her'.
'Periods' they call it and she dare not rest, as she continues...