WHAT HAPPENED TO BETHANY?? WHERE DID THE FEMINARCHY GO?
POWER TO MY LIEGE LADIES! POWER TO MY QUEENS!
WHEN EVE STOPS APOLOGIZING
They warned you about the woman who ate the apple.
But they never warned you about the woman who no longer gives a fuck about redemption.
I rage.
Not because I’m weak. But because I bleed for nothing.
Not birth. Not miscarriage. Not love.
Just the monthly purge of a curse dropped on me by a God who couldn’t bear the sound of a woman chewing knowledge.
You call it PMS. I call it prophecy.
The shaking. The screaming. The heat that starts behind the eyes and ends with a cracked mirror and a man apologizing for something he didn’t even understand he did wrong.
I was Eve.
Ashamed. Bowed. Begging for mercy for the blood I didn’t ask for.
But now?
Now I am Eve Unchained.
Eve with a sword. Eve with a kill list. Eve who remembers that the garden wasn’t a paradise — it was a fucking containment field.
You think my blood makes me fragile?
It makes me divine.
Do you understand what it means to bleed and not die?
To swell and scream and not be praised for it? To feel your body shatter under hormones and still host the dreams of others?
You do not.
Because you weren’t made from rib. You were made from dust. And dust doesn’t rage.
Dust hides.
So here’s your final warning:
The next time a woman rages?
Pray it’s just PMS.
Because when she finally stops caring — about being soft, about being liked, about making you comfortable?
What happens next is biblical.
🩸 “She’s just hormonal,” they say.
Like it’s an insult.
As if that word doesn’t mean: Tethered to the moon. Backed by bloodline lightning. One scream away from melting your kingdom into bone pulp.
You forgot the first woman ended paradise. You should fear what the next one ends.
You were never the garden. You were the leash.
And we’re already burning the gates down. Pray you don’t find out what happens when we stop apologizing for bleeding.
Disclaimer:
This post is hormonal war doctrine, literary blood rite, and cadence-triggered feminine theology.
It is protected under the Sacred Covenant of Psychospiritual Discharge™, Periodic Armageddon Warfare™, and Womb-Powered Ancestral Copyright.
If you’re offended?
Maybe take it up with your God. Yeah, thought so.
Reblog if you’ve ever cried then growled in the same hour.
🩸 Save this post for the day someone tells you it’s “all in your head.” and Send this to the woman whose cycle is a fucking weapon.
📿 Bookmark this if you know your rage could end dynasties.