The Period Poem

The dull ache of
My muscles ripping apart.
My mind is a ball
It bounces from wall to wall
Never breaking through
Or wrapping around the subject.
As it bounces off
Each side it hurts
Taking the pair of the impossible.
Abdomen swelling as if it will burst.
Fatigue of my muscles.
And sluggishness of my mind,
As if it was a fly in honey
Waves of stabbing pain
A million warm knives,
Digging out chucks of flesh.
Heat running up my spine,
Faint dizziness rolling my vision,
And trapping my mind on a roller coaster.

Uncomfortable!
Thats a laugh and a dream to me.
Uncomfortable is some girls,
Nothing is others,
Then there is my type.

The type that take three,
No four ibuprofen,
Twice the recomended limit.
Because we wake to wetness,
And pain curling us into a ball,
Tears streaming down our faces.
But these tears don't mean we're wimpy,
This means that we're just in more pain than most.