Dear Period,
You unpredictable, natures' pet.
What did I ever do to deserve this treatment?
My pants won't fit, I'm bloating fast
My body aches, I need a cast.
The pain, it spreads
Like frost in the freezer
Like chocolate on a babies face,
Crippling my body, mind, and soul
Helpless in the fetal position, withering away.
Moaning, groaning, crawling across the floor
Whispering a silent prayer that seems to get frozen in time
Not reaching the heavens to bring me sweet relief.
Then out of the darkness, my God reaches down
And takes away my suffering with a wave of his hand.
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