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No white, I screamed, about to choose

My dress to wear, so much annoyed

It’s that off time, of month again

An idle life lay dead few days.


That clutching pain in abdomen

Shall I compare to lucky men.


I crave some snacks, lying in couch

Or long a lap to lie and weep

A swinging pendulum, it’s like

The oscillating mood of mine.


As we converse, I fake a smile

That clot just drips as smooth meanwhile.



Poetry scheme : #Revanche
Previously published as part of Penmancy – #penmuse-45

Weeping Womb and Me

Photo credits : https://unsplash.com/@annikamaria

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