It rained menstrual blood
The sky was shamefully beautiful
The soil lapped it up
Satisfying a thirst
Storms could not appease
Gods of the heavens
Might converse in loud voices
Vying for attention
Speaking to all but none
On that day
Moon rose below clouds of shame
Close to the trees
To witness the thirst of the soil
Pain hung on leaves
Like morning dew bittersweet.
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