A sudden feel of warmth grips me
Someone points at the stains of blood
I rush, jump from bus
Hurry through the street
Run through narrow alleys.
Someone murmurs and giggles
Someone shouts
Someone's pride breaks, and
Curses the woman running past men.
Yet I have to rush
My uninvited guest is here
Without even a hint of arrival
Ahead lies a week of pain,
Agony and silent pleasure.
I have to rush,
With a strange anticipation.
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