war paint/ the seventh grade
You feel a wetness between your legs, unfamiliar, which leaves you nervous,
"I need to go to the bathroom"
You raise your hand, legs crossed, until dismissal,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
you tug at your shirt, pulling, holding as you rush across the hall, you close the stall and and and
:::::::::: shriek:::::::::::
red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red
Congratulations, you are a woman
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