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Mother Nemesis

I wake up on a random Tuesday and casually bleed

Pieces of me leak out without my will

Against my will

So I sit

Anxious and dismayed

But it persists

So I lie

In disbelief

I turn and I toss

It doesn’t leave

No matter how much I plead

She just breathes

Scraping ruthlessly across my womb

She just takes

For no good reason

Demanding what’s hers or mine

She’s ruthless in this crime

Perfect in her execution

Leaving no trace of my death

From month to month

She just takes and waits

Waits patiently

For evidence of any rebellion!






Picture by Tanya

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