All posts tagged guilt


28 days

Every time I bleed,
I wonder where you are.
A piece of my heart hemorrhages down through my lower body
and paints my vagina in guilty globs of red.

It cries down my thighs
a subtle monthly reminder
that you were once a part of me.
That you will never give me the child I wasn’t sure I wanted
but now I know I’ll never get.

It’s just the (…)