Bloody Sonnet

She sat silently in the classroom, And dreamed of days to come. Then smelt a scent other than her perfume, Protruding from her bum. "But is this substance from my rear?" She asked a girl beside her. "No, my friend, you need not fear, It's origin is your vagina." Violent red seeping onto her dress, Then through that and onto her chair. A bloody scene, a frightful mess, All her classmates could do was stare. "Eww, what’s that?" said stupid Michael, Ms. Apple replying, "this my pupils, is the monthly cycle."