IMensesn a swarm of evil;
muffled, hands tied.  
They have wrapped 
their swath of dirt
that comes from their lies:
my appearance is abused, 
my tolerance is draining. 
I have become conscious,
because my menses is 
no longer remaining.
The muffling vamps 
are left wanting;
violating, for more 
integral to suckle.
I am transcending
in a cocoon that is
made of aura,
I am transcending
into the wholesome
side of life.

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