Sanguine Stream

By: RDV


A/N: Stupid poem for those who hate their period. Obviously, this is for girls only.


Your wave reaches every shore of my irritation;
It makes my flesh crawl each time you go about your monthly business,
Leaving me uncaught, rendered vulnerable.
You arrive on some wild pretext of biological necessity;
I put up a militant defiance just to prove otherwise.
But you board on nonetheless
And your punctuality is simply proverbial, inexcusable.
Oh, what disorder quenches thy passion?
Tell me so that it may become extinct in me,
You mischievous egger-on, you killer of mood,
You defiler of plans.
Bring me once again to adolescence,
Or better yet, back underneath the womb of anonymity.
Should you decide to un-hearken my orison,
Then shall I pray for menopause and painful old age?
But I will not drag you to witness my last breath.
Never.