I’m hanging in there like a tampon, just soaking it up.
I’m waiting on someone to pull the string, to throw me away,
And the blood, OMG, the blood, while it carries certain positive characteristics, and is exemplary of magic, is currently drowning me.
I’ve soaked up all of the blood I have been designed to absorb, and yet, there is more that comes to me, and washes past me, as if to anchor my insignificance in the purpose to which I’m called. I’m useless.
Inside a vagina, but useless. Much like a G-spot that nobody cares enough to look for…