her red drips are forgotten

Her first red drops fall cracks inbetween,
fear once dripping now are rivulets: forgotten by and by.
(Her life is coagulated frozen red : no one tells her why).
For those who would free her are forbidden - (she is a woman unseen).

Her hope for respite, despite the growing pain,
That stops up her breath: falters--- no one is saying,
there's no shame despite this that cannot be named :
Still this leaves her still : ever crying.

With her comforters now disappeared - unseen she must remain.
Such are the silences that are sanctioned everywhere now.

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