Coiled

Weird Poetry

She wrapped her arms around her throbbing midsection.

She cooed at first…

Then she implored

Her womb,

Like it was an entity that could,

Or would,

Somehow,

Do her bidding,

“Just bleed already…

So no one else has to….”

Then she wept in resignation

As another day of hormonal rage, headaches and fullness

Unfurled before her…

Unlike the very tightly coiled crimson ribbon

Resting deeply, quietly, indifferently,

Inside of her.

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β€πŸ‘½

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*** Eeeeeeew. ***

*** I am aware that talk of blood (especially menstrual) makes people queasy. Also… you’re a wimp, Old Man. ***

*** I write about my period. It helps with cramps. Sorry not sorry. Don’t read my shit if that sorta thing gets your frilly panties in a twist. ***

10 thoughts on “Coiled

      1. I’ve always had more female friends than male friends, so that might be part of why it’s nothing to be squeamish about IMHO.
        But I’m also am not afraid to change diapers, so that probably makes me a deviant.

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  1. PS. Like Michael Raven, i too have changed and will continue to change diapers. My ex had me wash her and clean her up after her periods until the children cane.. And yes a very natural part of life nothing to be squeamish about

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