fragile;
my menstruation announces itself
first, by the slight smell of power like rust
and then, the hallucinatory spiral in my pantiesi fall into the vision of my womb
displayed within the glory of my blood shed
dying and regrowing in the life cycle
and the death cycle of our human failures
i blossom in the regeneration of a new month’s mistakes
looking for an alternative
to this dogged obedience to my cunt
((he’s correct when he says i no longer speak of feminisms))
i only look for some new strategy
i want independence, unjudged
remove me from the society whose barriers i ignore
my demands are for liberty or death
but let me acquiesce,
i give myself my own death
holding the bitter pill between my back teeth
and scraping away the poision with the tip of my tongue
until my heart is so numb i’m left motionless
my brain pulses in my skull with the wonder
within the WHAT HAVE I DONE i take my last breaths
i close my eyes into the painless void of my gut
and all this to overcome a little blood
i reject the failty of my existence
desiring a new identity
i fuck with the empty simplicity of escape
and love with the meaningless motion of leaving