The warm blood,

Between my thighs

Pouring and pouring.

I’m  mourning. 

The pain wipes me out.

My womb is playing me, the snout!

“Bare the pain my love,

We, women who cleave.”

The torture i feel,

Kills me inside.

Splash the warm blood

Still looking for my stud

Do i have to ignore this?

For the sake of an unborn child?