Monachopsis

Tears on paper
Blot as ink.

Like a Samurai sword
Slashing a petal.

You're stoic to 
Unspoken pains
Though unsaid words
Bleed each month
From your womb.

Tentacles of bastard memories
Entangle you; you
Wrest free each time
Only to be wounded anew.

Come, dance with me.
Leave your monachopsis behind.

You know you're afraid,
You know, you're not alone.

But am I as 
Scared
as you?

Are you as
Scarred
As me?