Woke up drowning in red,Blood everywhere—my legs, my bed, my feet.Day 4, and I wonder how much more I can bleed before I disappear.The pain tears through me like shattered glass,Sharp, relentless, as if my body wants to break itself apart,Piece by piece. The cramps come like a fist,Clenching my insides, twisting until I scream silently,Until I can’t remember what it feels … [Read more...] about Between Blood and Ignorance, By: Basma Bilal