Free Bleeding

By: Isabelle Morgan

I don’t want to sew it up again

Seams squeezed it shut

For too many fucking years

But shit

Leaving it naked

Chest cracked and expectant 

Afflicting this

And nearly every other existence 

A leaking cramping period

I chose to let freely bleed 

Drip down my thighs

Mark the soft inside of my knees

Soaking through 

Breathlessly screaming to be seen

Leaving red decorated jeans

As the words I can’t form

Something messy and unfinished

Love restrained and unwitnessed