I should have been born male.

Shes hurt, babbling . . . something about the science of things. I'm focused on her petals. her hours and minutes. Pull my arms, lets get it over with-- negativity that blights lives, weakens cultures, sickens even the message from him, just a few words. Sealed his lips and woke me with trembling fingers, red stained sheets. a cup under her pillow. He frowned. Will it be enough?