Monthly Sacrificial Blues
sometimes reminds me of
a painful crash of waves upon rocks
or unscrewing a bolt with wet fingers
Fists, weighing heavily
on each delicate ovary
bruising their way through
while violently pushing out
a monthly reminder of Eve’s punishment.
A twenty-something year old curse
(the first day still haunts me so)
I still question
why so much must flow,
just so a seed has a chance to grow.
reminds me of a hidden dirty secret
scarred with painful dreams and night sweats
that lasted one whole month,
seems to go on forever.
Did it ever occur to you
that maybe I didn’t want
this gift of child-bearing?
(This pain will never cease!)
My feminine insides
tear apart from seam to seam
Take a knife, whatever you can find
rip me open, set me free,
(These pills, do more harm than good.)
The cold is the worst,
while the summer is uncomfortable
Pain never had a name before
the moment I became a woman
a martyr, a saint,
I never asked for it, you know.