Aunt Flo

Today she wore her favorite color with pride.
She was in a haste.
She's too fast that her foot prints were left everywhere;
Too fast that she left me aching.
She caught me off guard, and she escapes...
Still I caught her on the ground chortling at me,
I took out my pistol, and I watched her fade away--away into oblivion.
"Rest in fcking peace!", and she was dead.
I stood up, and there she was again;
Laughing, mocking, cold-hearted.











(a poem abt monthly periods)