As I drowned in a red sea of pain
I cursed, screamed and cried. Shouting, “why? Oh why?”
Writhing in pain my mind prepares for a battle, as my body reassures itself, “Yes, you are a woman.”
While I walk I cringe due to the red tinge, but as I bleed the smells I know change colour.
There is iron in my soul on those days.
AS I SMELL LIKE A GUN.
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