Nadia Stottlemyer

Period.

Nadia Stottlemyer

Splash of bright crimson ripples across the canvas. Georgia O'Keeffe blooms in scarlet unfold. Translucent petals suspended, expanding like the universe While glistening rubies fall through the water.

Drip, drip, dripping blood oozes, Viscous with globs, smearing On skin in a sticky muck.

Swollen, pregnant with pain An angry being lashes out From within, crushing organs.

A dagger pierces vulnerable flesh, An electric jolt of hot pain Extinguishes breath, quiets time.

I emerge from a shower, cleansed of womanhood. Electric heat-pad infuses strength into my core. Cocooned by velvety blankets, I sip chamomile tea. Some chocolate and Netflix, and this is less obscene.

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