A flaming dawn over grey, nodding heads.
A beige ward that reeks from antiseptics.
After a tantalizing fullmoon night, I ache to answer the sky's siren call.
A gloomy sun lulls gruel stodgy remnants of life to sleep.
I refuse the demanded conformity.
Hibiscus paints happy blood red roses on the windows.
And my menstruating body craves to mount a man.
As my steps carries home, the silence lingers.
An opaque sky waters my face with tiny pearls.
My blazing blood cools as the drops turn white over empty, damp streets.
Anti-climaxing, cobolt night caresses me.
And makes way for a new full moon.