PMSA Poem by danielle.
PMS is like a bad trip,
a trick where the negative of the world’s been flipped. So black is white and white is black It makes no sense when I look back how yesterday it all seemed fine and all that's changed is a little time. I know when it’s coming, it's my monthly fate but even my most rational mind can’t escape. It is venom flowing through these veins, shards of glass that once were brains. Irrational thoughts rattle my bones and hoist me off my mighty throne. It’s a knife for a tongue and a sword at a the hip. I grow horns and a tail to use as a whip! If I was a location I would surely leave, only my friend Mary Jane brings reprieve. It’s the Thursday of an A.F.W and I’m eyeing off the wine for the red-wine-jus. People are thinking; what is wrong with this human? I’ll tell them; it’s my hormones, are you f*****g stupid?! I’m totally utterly sick of my self too, I can’t even imagine what it’s like to be you. I’ll cry ‘cause the radio played a sad song, growl at the dog ‘cause he looked at me wrong. Then I’ll feel guilty for being a b***h a s****y, emotional wreck of a witch. Tomorrow I’ll wake and the penance I’ll pay for being an absolute c**t today is a kilo on the scales from all the crap that I ate, some sorrys to say and a belly ache. © 2018 danielle.Reviews
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Added on February 22, 2018Last Updated on February 26, 2018 Author |