The red lady.

Painting my toenails to match my pussyblood. The blood that tells me that I´m not caring a fetus. Thank god. The copper still works.

My longing for a baby is gone with the Caribbean wind. I´m on my knees thanking Hanna for taking me over the big ocean.  My uterus is not ready.

Painting my toenails red to macth my love for my lovely friends in Stockholm. Tomorrow I will arrive. Tomorrow I will survive.

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