I hate it when I'm right. My prediction was perfectly on. Goddamn it. I'd much rather it come as a surprise so I can whine more. Bleh.
Menstrual
The pain begins—
I write it off as “Just can’t get comfortable.”
If it weren’t for denial
I’d see the inevitable
But every time
I ignore the warnings
Turn away and pretend
Everything will be okay
The pain spreads
Before I know it
I collapse on the stair landing
What if I had gone one more step?
My vision blurs
The cooing of my roommate
to her boyfriend
Makes me feel violent.
Medicine dulls the pain,
But I feel so weak,
I can hardly walk—
I guess I spend today in bed
Two days, three tops,
I’ll be fine.
Next month will be the next time.
Goddamn the pain.
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