If so, Can you hear me?

Do you see me?

Will you stay just a while?

and hear the air I breathe in colliding against the lining in my lungs.

Beating, beating, beating its way out. exhale.

I only want the air to stay just a little while.

I want to stay full.

So I breathe in so hard into this empty empty soul and I lock it away.

Until I suffocate.

It's the only time I get to view the red seas that dwell inside of me absent the fear of death's arrival. Carmine, crimson waves relieve me of this past month's cervical impacts. Ruby geode pattern stained panties, copper scented maroon imbrued by a womb in mourning. How many times shall my vagina experience the deathly blows of men's lust and never allow passage the true potential of new life? 

A heaviness, I feel as my magma seeping Pompeian pussy erupts. I enjoy the heat, I enjoy the smell. . . I enjoy the subtle pain as the desires of men and their institutions are set afire. 

I enjoy the sexual solitude, for now, I've become undesireable. To men. And the God they've created for me to worship. I am prohibited from the feel of the Quran, and the massage of the masjid's carpeted floor upon my forehead positioned in sujood. 

And I am empty. Marginalized. Forbidden to touch. 

And my womb cries out red tears from a red sea, not even Moses could have crossed. My womb wails at the vacancy that mocks a nugatory battle I am forced to fight. My womb sobs its burnt umber tears as for once no one is laying claim to its home, its body.

I ask myself, "What war is won without the presence of bloodshed?"

So, we bleed the silent tears of our wombs, as we continue on in the perpetual war that it is to be. . .

Woman.

Your name whispers in my mind without warning throughout the day. It is as if a ghost of you harbors within the quarters of my brain. And maybe it isn't a whisper at all, but a shout that has lost its weight in sound as it travels from the abyss where the crumbs of anagapesis remain. 

Look, Lover...Last, lover.  

Lifeless lazy lethargic love.

Lasting libido lending limited loyalty.

Lustful living licensing lingering loneliness.

Love like lemons, lips like lightning.

Lifeless, loathsome Lothario.

Leave, legacy lacking lobcock 

Lo! Long live liberating love.