Cycle Poetry

By: Jess Fleisch

When all of my potential

turns to blood,

“whatever you want,

it’s never too late”

my period tells me.

“begin again”


There is no bleed

more holy

than this bleed.

From war injuries

to a paper cut,

your menstrual blood

is the only blood on earth

that isn’t caused by harm,

but instead –

by all of your creative potential

declaring itself ready

to start anew.

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