The point of existence. 

by blossom666

Is there a point of existence beyond the silent implosion of menstruation? Alas, some scars will never heal as the drummer boy sharpens his blades in anticipation. Between the sniffles and sneezes I bleed for my right to be female, sipping on pain…I try not to swallow and now I am growling in hunger, to which, our boy with his blades is drumming louder….And I am left crumpled pondering the point of existence beyond the common cold and the crimson flow, defeated I shall let the pain consume me Between the throbs of nature strumming in my head.