Torturous period pains
The kind that make me almost vomit
It feels as if a taloned hand is shredding my organs
Nothing will release me from this pain
Not in a timely manner at least
I hate that I was born female for this reason
A monthly punishment for not having a child
If there is a God screw him
For making us go through this
My entire body hurts
I want to curl into a ball and cease to exist
But instead I lay on my bed in endless agony
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Saturday, September 12th (181st day of quarantine because of COVID-19)
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Daily Quarantine Poetry
PoetryI have decided to write a poem a day describing how I am feeling, what I did that day, and/or my main thoughts revolving the day for the duration of my quarantine. This will go through a world win of emotions and there will probably just be straight...
