Released

On a good day, there would be little blood

On a bad day, she could paint the room

Though that was a definite mistake

But then again, she was just a beginner

Not a virgin as such

She was never a virgin

The stomach was the best place to cut

It was hidden

Like the guilt

Eating away everyday

Birthdays were the worst

His special occasion

You didn’t bleed so much from the stomach

The pain was also stronger

But it was a nice sort of pain

It belonged to her

The years had passed

Seemed strange

One more special occasion

The grandkids had never met him

They watched as the curtain closed on him forever

She turned away

Unconsciously touching her stomach.