Don’t be alarmed. It’s just a poem.
Nothingness my menses is death it does not flow it is particles of unwant not red of blood to bring life my menses is mud it tarries and globs it does not try to leave useless cells stick to themselves my menses is a curse a heckle from Eve wanton psyche squatter and awareness is a dagger my menses is death pretending life it kills me a little each time it pulls me into its mire my menses is death I am not my body I long to shed it all I am not my body in dreams it tortures me my vulva overflows gushes mucous red there is no end mocking menses there is no end I am no woman nothing