when you vomited the milk your mother fed
mincing a Barbie’s princess- gown;
The knife was your experiment
You perforated a hole in between her thighs
That night, your sister learnt: period.
When you rang the bell and offered sweets
blessings glaring at my bosoms
And dried flowers.
You drank them all.
When my red petrified you
So you used nationalism.
Adorned his casket with prayers and flowers
Dead man can’t speak
So you mounted your words
Upon our red.
So I masturbated
and burnt the moon red.