By Heather Cai

If the cactus is in period, the thorns only get harder and sharper.

It’s like a day of period with no blood.

A stranger you happened to know,

appeared as a pair of ears behind the wall.

You can not see,

while the stranger can hear and see through a hole,

that formed by a gap between you and the stranger.

The inside all peace and clean.

The outside dirty, messy and crazy.

Like the blood on pads stretching on the street.


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