agony

The fire within rages,

Like a volcanic eruption,

Of pain, and agony,

And the need to go to the bathroom is as strong as the tides on a full moon,

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It starts at the base of your spine and slowly goes upward,

Like a crack on a glass pane, it makes its way to the top,

There are no means to stop it, only to numb the torture,

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The winds blow hard against the water,

Turning it red, as if it had that power,

let’s say that it did, for the sake of the situation,

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The worst part of all this,

Is when your body lies to you,

That you’re not, in fact, on your period

Because it’s jealous of the other bodies that can do it once a month, every month.

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Khat