Steeped, porous velvet bridged linens,

Twisting to relieve monthly paradise,

Cursed by my perfectly fitted genes.

Leap away,

Back to safety,

Beware of my detonating device.

It wrings me out like the guzzling wind,

Warping and unhinging the seams at my waist.

It's never at a patterned pace,

It is pain interlaced with a hit of psychosis.

I am enslaved by a virgins sin.