The Woman Who Bleeds

For days every month I bleed For years and decades I bleed For the love of life I bleed For the duty of wife I bleed For my future heir I bleed For being a mother I bleed I turn a giver of life when I bleed But why am I dirty when I bleed?

Trembling Strings

Pull my strings but ever so lightly For what trembles make music Can create a numbing din That’ll bleed through your ears