Wednesday, August 8, 2018

An Ode to my Period

I waited as the clock struck twelve, 
With bated breath and crampy thighs
But Aunty Flo had other plans
And left me dry, with tears in my eyes.

I know I've been a tense little beast
And ignored the alarms to rest
I'd hoped this time, she'd give me a pass
And just add extra soreness to my breasts.

But it's wonky, without the crimson tide,
No surf is up, I'm hurting inside.
I know she's in there, tapping her foot,
Taking her sweet time to arrive.

Dear Flo, I miss you and your brilliant red
I miss the cramps, I miss the dread
Of leaving a mark, of feeling I've stained
Of feeling my bones are made of lead.

I promise I'll be a good little girl.
Self love and healing: I'll give it a whirl. 
Just come back and you will see
That you mean the world to me.

🌹

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