Scratching

I’m not proud of what I did

Nor am I happy with what I said

But if you had been kinder

And not some whiny fault finder

Then your eyes needn’t have bled

The Female Curse

Here you are

Late again

Never with joy

Always with pain

Maybe chocolate

Will keep me sane

Until the cramps

Begin to wane

Until then

I’ll make it plain

Do not heed

My addled brain

I’ll try my best

Focus to regain

And wash away

This human stain

Scabs

Picking at these circles

All itchy, bloody and raw

Wondering why

The fuck am I

Doing this shit again for

‘Women’s Problems’

Bleeding

From
the
inside
out

What
the
fuck

Is
that
all
about?

But a
painful
reminder

That
for
one
week
in
four

You’re
here to
procreate

And
nothing
more

Bleeding

It feels
like I’ve
been robbed

Of the
only love
in my life

This pain
runs deep,
she sobbed,

As it cuts
through me
like a knife

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