Weird Poetry

It rains down my hip bones

To the tops of my thighs,

The pain of sloughing away

The layers of yesterdays


I can rest easy

And whimper now,

Because it feels like my womb

Is finally exhaling.




*** Is this some fancy way of saying your lady troubles have started? Ew. ***

*** Well, hormones make for good poetic fuel. And if my lady troubles offend, then maybe stop being such a little pansy, Waldorf or Statler or whoever you are. ***

*** I swear all voices in my head are my own. ***

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