Every month
my female severs the pink velvet ribbons that bind her
The quiet calm prairie, turns into a gruesome battle field
a hibernating black bear, disturbed
a beehive, harassed and shook
She awakens in a pool of dark red blood, disgruntled
My modest breasts, two voluptuous, snarling wolves
My dormant uterus, a two-headed venomous snake,
My tender white orchid,
a fierce, carnivorous flower
Sorrowful, angry, and
confused
she weeps;
something like a cry
of loneliness
something like a love
song
something like a
violent threat
her soft, placid canary,
a haggard squinting vulture
enraged and fiery, she wishes she can smash her womb
her womb
an empty vase, with no flower in it
