The scariest moment is two nights before I bleed
The more I dread the moment
The more I lose control of it
On days when I think I’ve mastered hormones
Are when I lash, latching on to the tiniest attention.
How do I handle this frail failing body?
that fails me with recurring aches
Just like the body weakens every blue moon
When the insides cave in, surrendering to throes
If my form won’t handle the stroke of nature
How will she give me a being i will love
Without borders or caution
Pouring in my love selfishly without guilt
Selfishly loving my form
Even know the number of freckles on my body
Where they lay forming beautiful stains on her skin
Pretty little stains on weak thighs , tender fingers, pointed noses, arms, on hidden cleavage.
enchanting stains: God’s marks!
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