Swelling Poem by Anita Clark

The nauseated feeling,
The loss of the bleeding
Is this true?
Am I feeling?
What I need to be resolved.

In my mind panic quickens,
In my mind the panic strickens,
Amid this, My blood thickens,
To purge, to cleanse me of this growth,
Hearts beating, Hearts joined,
Back and forth,

Impulsive connection,
Fate-caused feeling,
I'm so numb,
I'm so being.

Wanton of blood,
To feel alive,
Wanton of blood,
Self sacrifice.