blood

sometimes the words just seem to flow out of me...

What's it about my own blood
That comforts me so?

I awoke this morning with it free-flowing
from my face.

Lying in a puddle on a pillow.
So warm.

"Mmm..." I moan, basking in
My new womb.

Whatever it is, whyever it is
"Mmm..." it tastes so good.