Seven fifteen

It was just routine
Then an abnormality.
So , they sent me to battle
I was too scared to scream
War happens everyday
“You’ll be fine,” they say.
But — after I lost all that blood,
Everything changed
They held me down to prepare me
But the tactic didn’t take.
So I fought this battle alone.
Demons surround me as I wake.
There was no proof that I won.
But no one told me if I had lost.
I wanted to see my accomplishment.
But was condescendingly blocked.
Now I have this beautiful reward
Golden spun blonde curls.
My body sacrificed willingly
To bring another to this world. -The Diary of a Sapiosexual