it was this interesting feeling of affection when i looked down at the toilet paper, as i wiped myself, and had just forgotten that it was my time of bleeding...until...
the colour of red...
Everything about my energy tells me it is this time, of bleeding...
i lay down on this rainy day with my son happily playing in front of me after we set up the train tracks, an afternoon of him and i solo.... i wrapped myself up cozily and just dozed off.... probably only for minutes, but still.... my body just succumbed to the 'drained' feeling that the experience of bleeding embodies...
i looked down and just APPRECIATED, enamoured by the colour of red.
so perfect and beautiful, and rich and warm, not too bright, or too flashy, not too dark and burgundy, still red...alive. warm, beautiful, wombyn.
sigh...
my bleeding is beautiful.
the colour of red...
Everything about my energy tells me it is this time, of bleeding...
i lay down on this rainy day with my son happily playing in front of me after we set up the train tracks, an afternoon of him and i solo.... i wrapped myself up cozily and just dozed off.... probably only for minutes, but still.... my body just succumbed to the 'drained' feeling that the experience of bleeding embodies...
i looked down and just APPRECIATED, enamoured by the colour of red.
so perfect and beautiful, and rich and warm, not too bright, or too flashy, not too dark and burgundy, still red...alive. warm, beautiful, wombyn.
sigh...
my bleeding is beautiful.
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