Blood Vows

The Resurgence of Aunt Flow

She stares downward into extensions of herself,
tiny blood clots floating, swirling,
yet another opportunity to procreate passes,
relief coming slow as molasses,
muscles contract similar to abdomen shotgun blast
womb preparing to expel, back spasms
leaving her helpless, motionless
hunched over kitchen sink praying,
ritual ending, miles down the road,
spotting, full engagement, dissipation evading
until day seven, moment of Heaven come to leave
28 nights from now,
when will fleshly earth become plowed,
spoused, fertilized, seeded, harvested,
life made, taken out?

Birth control no solution for knife stabbing
thrust simulations leaving invisible contusions
bringing monthly ruination,
impatiently waiting for vaginal thunderstorms
come without consideration of damage done,
to leave,
would rather experience heat flashes of sun
ending processes, than continuance of pain
due to lack of semen come to stay, not visit,
valium addiction only evident during these times,
crimes of passion now needed in moments taking
forever to begin fleeting,
until then,
bleeding is only unfortunate option,
however, solace exist in knowing
she has plenty of sick days to spend…