Iron

Like wet metal
Nostalgic smell
Of when I cut myself

Years ago,
A child.
It made me feel.

Iron penetrates the air, 
Menses smeared on skin
From our animalistic copulation

Now, 
A women.
It makes me feel.

-LRose

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