Chinese Whispers

Yesterday,
she bled through her white layers
for the very first time.

What to make of this news, they whispered conspiratorially.
One suggested, take her to the tantric; he’ll wrench the bleeding demon out of her. Abandon her for soon she’ll be a prey to the vilest of vices, one said.
Aye, but let the henna wear off her useless hands first.
Must you remind me of him this way? screeched one;

our son, our only son, our beautiful boy, they wailed in unison.

You think she could’ve saved him by bleeding sooner?
I don’t know, what has been wicked blood got to do with the battlefield? But, could it be?
Maybe.
Maybe Fate made his wounds bleed because her womb wouldn’t!
Yes.. yes of course!

Our son, our only son, our beautiful boy, they wailed in unison.

Wound her like she wounded our son, they decided.
Kill her like she killed my son, they agreed.

Aye, but let the henna wear off her useless hands first.

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