Adele Cain

Menstrual Prize

In palm I hold a tissue, stained
With me, my body, lining, waste
An unused bed made up for a Prince
Where none would lay, I finger the sheets
Wilted now, a useless gel
A string of Inner, menstrual prize
Do chickens regret their chickless eggs?
The question haunts as I taste the blood.
And flush away the chance of life
An unused bed made up for a Prince

Adele Cain is a crazy, hippy, travelling animal. Product of the country of Guernsey, Europe. email: A.Cain