this pain is full of bitterness,
its dull constants,
constenance,
vowels to express the noises released from my mouth,
earlier I blacked out,
as if a black hole was trying to absorb me hole,
blood out of one edge of sword,
while the other vomits,
on the floor I create a dance out of my body,
but no move presents itself ease,
even herb seems to lose its mind,
I fall and remain under its grip,
feels as though I have all my hurt wrapped in its bow,
not a woman, man or myself can release it in one go,
only ongoing nourishment,
but this is torment,
used to think it was payment for sins,
but what kind of god asks for the young,
or maybe it is preparation,
for more,
as the abuse was not enough soldiering,
warrior made from my skin,
they created a super human,
shahmaran,
but yet still,
under its bloody finger grips I lay trapped,
trapped in physical entity,
sometimes it becomes hysterical,
noone would believe,
what my own womb creates,
a genocide,
endometriosis you are a killer,
but you will be morphed,
I will make you beautiful again,
try harder