Flowing oceans of blood and sponges of dead cells
Feeling rugged and energetic and rusted at the same while
Coping day with weathering of my own impurities out from my body
Sinking in my despair,sadness,mood shifts and racing thoughts
Cluttering out those deep pussy shit in my panty is etheral
I am not Flourished it says but am a virgin woman bleeding.
Diving of this phenomena monthly seeking desperacy
The smell of that sweet clit I can smell them all inn
I feel the softness of my pad's cotton patches shifting up and inside my hip and genitals
Finding grace in taking care of me,resting more and going through out this time
There is something about these menstruation I like and dislike at different times
Its powerful and suckening at the same time from beneath
Its an ultra emotional revolution rather than a constant feeling
But that sweet smell of genitals and blood sponges on my pad
Getting to rest a little more chunk of time,then I usually do
Oh! cause my minds insists to be rational in mainting my feminity
Cleaning myself more often and than cleanliness in my intestine
Is like raging in fire better off my system indeed
There is something so familiar and habituating that I can't feel more relaxed and refreshed
Then the wholesome of my own dwelling in all these blank powerful spaces