

Bl00d on my sheets
My body aches
I wonder if the sap dripping from the tree
Ever apologised
I wonder if the tree
Ever forgave
Bl00d on tissues
They plug this hole
A bucket reels into a well
To bring life, life
For all those who thirst for her
They’ll never be quenched of her
The washing machine cycles every month
Does it ever stop to think
Why it does that?
I once thought of what the point was
The sharp point stabbing my insides
Why does it do that?
Was there a god I angered
With my womanly ways
Crying, crying
Was there a witch who’s curse
Followed the children of those who hung her
Pleading, pleading
This 70,000 year old body
Handed down with no instructions
Bl33ding, bl33ding
Mother, why did you birth me?
Mother, must I be your age by the time it’s done with me?