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[image error]I taste the blood
My wasted blood
I block the flood
This messy mud

It just won’t stay
My brain’s ok
My flag is waving
It’s not worth saving

I mourn my youth
But don’t miss pain
Accept the truth
That comes again

It’s not given
What it should have
All I’d hoped
Was it would have

I have these parts
These painful sacks
But I’m ok
To give them back

I see this blood
This aged warning
From my gut —
My hollow mourning


The deepest thing that gives me pause —
My hardest labor — menopause.