My eyes indulge
the secret hues of red and black..
Given to me, is the right to study upclose..
my sense of womanhood,
my own bloody glory,
my painful release
Oh every month indeed!
The creamy to rough texture,
of this splotch of discharge
become one with disposable cotton and plastic,
like a work of art done in utmost randomness.
Oh and the odor of red!
One sniff will tell you
it smells unpleasant,
certainly fishy..
all at once heavy on the nostrils
yet familiar, like a friend..
In another's eyes,
it may be something repugnant,
but to my flesh and my living organs,
it means both burden and blessing,
and it brings forth life.
Mornings become sickening
owing to the hormonal changes
and everything.
Oh and the stains,
on bed, on garments
Nasty!
