I DEATH

curled up like a foetus in a mother’s womb
she is lying on her bathroom floor
naked and wet and cold
the water
hoping it would end her suffering
burnt her skin
leaving red traces on her body
the liquid flames could not swallow her pain
it is eating her up                        from the inside out
slowly but steadily
death is trying to escape her womb
longing to get out
it is making its way through her body
tense and tired
trying to survive this agony
she screams

II RELEASE
blood is running down her thigh
like the stream of silent tears following the curves of her face
blood             blood              blood
the colour of pomegranate seeds
finally               she thinks
a sense of relief settles in her body
still numb from the horrors of the night before
her body is slowly waking up
coming back to life
what is lost is found again
she is bleeding
heavily
she is bleeding
freely without any restraint
she is bleeding
unapologetically
blood running down her thigh

III REBIRTH
blood is running through her veins
deep red and warm
it flows through her body keeping her alive
allowing her to move through the ebbs and flows of life
gently she raises from the ashes of her former selves
embracing her power to create and to destroy
she transforms the grave within her
into fields of poppies
growing wildly                 until harvest                    death’s return
which yet again soaks the soil in blood