Poetry Friday

remember the tampons
with the coarse little strings
and the pretty young girls
who cried at the rich
red fingers and dirty
little secrets?

I had a picture for this with a girls arms covered in blood but I just can't find it. So picture a girl whose arms are covered in blood and she's crying but in her tears you can see a glint of joy at having a secret that none will know.

and because I love you...a free haiku:

this is a haiku
in the middle it's longer
at the end it's short.

Go forth and make babies.