sugar and spice and everything nice. OW.
A RubyRed Original Poem
butterfly wings shuddering in my peripheral vision
the knock of a throbbing vein
cascades my overworked brain
why does everything have to go wrong?
soon there will be another uninvited friend staying here
her signature red pantsuit stained with the predicted weather-
cramps, cramps, mood swings, cramps, cramps, cramps.
so counterproductive!
hey, you, up there!
the one who molded me, that i supposedly have to believe in.
yes, you, the old guy!
WHY?!
i cannot breathe, speak, think, feel, ANYTHING when she's here
apart from the pain she brings
yes, life is a miracle blah blah blah
but i'm not there yet.
i don't know when i will be, but not right now.
so can you PLEASE banish the pain
something other than pills would be fine.
no, the scorching heat actually doesn't work as well anymore.
yes, i've tried 5 minutes. 7 minutes isn't even hot enough.
LISTEN.
sick, cramps, sick, migraine, cramps, sick and cramps, sick, cramps, cramps, migraine.
What the actual F***K, mate?
OW. OW OWOWOWOWOWOW. OW. OWWWWWW.
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Fin.
About the Creator
Ruby Red
Heya friend, I'm Red!
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Comments (1)
I feel your agony. So sorry you're going through that. Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️