When she talks
about her scars,
She forgets
how many bandages
it took to stop bleeding.

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Sighing at the bulging belly, she mourned at her unusable wardrobe, the gowns were crammy, the frocks didn't match and she sulked at her dismal state as she swivelled and turned to browse through the saggy chunks disrupting her appearance. He stared at her hustle from the doorway and said, "You bled and bled throughout your puberty and adolescence. You shred and screamed, you almost died and survived. You steamed through relentless agony so that I could continue my heirloom. I have only been a spectator throughout our baby's birth and if you ask me now about your body, all I can say is that I won't let a small chunk of fat change my mind about someone so beautiful." Their baby girl grasped invisible molecules from the air and rattled the cradle.

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We are poets.
We bleed in verses,
And leave stains
On paper and hearts.

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No one has to bleed for the reason I'd said.
Tear drops are enough to mean which color you praise.

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She ripped her bandages off and let the blood drip onto an empty sheet, so they would look more like words, than wounds.

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This heart still prays for
the person who made it bleed.

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~Rose~
You always
Gave me roses
The red ones.
Now I'm
Returning
Your love,
By bleeding
The same red.

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My heart aches and my limb hurts,
My body cried bleeding red,
And I wondered what it was,
Am I a woman today or my sins are
out of control nowadays,
Or might a tomato that I have eaten
someday had over-ripened and
caused my stomach pain,
My back ached while sitting on a
bench,
My soul yearned for lots of chocolates,
Why is this so I am bewildered
of the fact,

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