🔴 [PERIOD] | A 100 Word Story

#355 National Poetry Month – 30 Days 30 Poems

Scoop my guts out with a shovel—
curled up in a fetal position,
cry and cry and cry.
Scream into my pillow,
while the pain grows and grows,
and grows.

It’s a part of life, to bring life, and be life.
Can’t escape it—must embrace it.
Excruciating day and night life.

Solid as a clock—works,
steady as an ungrateful friend.
Turns and churns from deep within,
burns and gurgles, then settles in.
Lasts for days, but never ends?

Aging is my only out!
Older! Older! Older!
Freedom’s coming to me soon?
Then I’ll sweat and sweat—
Hello womanhood…