periods

Blemished sheets and the real red smeared everywhere

Staining the varied materials which I wore inside

Red oozing out of that minuscule pore made its way like a raging fire

blotching the materials worn outside,too.

The sheets tinged with the colour red can act as a good substitute for the inexplicable,fiery love

But it's as if painted and the fear of the colour fading fast can block the very access of passionate love..!

The weltering and tossing at night and a sigh,so devoid of relief

Can make me go sleepless at night which, in turn,make me look like a walking-talking zombie in the morning.

The sun burning with all its might and the same red compelling me to choose those dark-coloured pants over my favourite white.

It has absorbed heat like a green house,

Erasing the comfort zone and inviting curse and endurance

Strolling behind the board of darts.

A thousand knives piercing the flat tummy

And a cup of Iced tea acting as a refreshing beverage.

Finding an unsweetened bottle is a chore.

The twenty-four hours span doesn't seem to progress

And they describe time as something which is "fleeting"

Always stained with a darker shade

I whisper,"Second day"

Author's Note

thanks for reading.I had to write something on what I was thinking at the moment and "menstruation"was indeed the first thing which hit my mind.

Reviews

[Tom McRoberts]

It's this sort of sentiment which makes me treat those that are 'on' with the utmost chivalry, and count my own lucky stars. Great write, Fatty. This is brutal, vivid, and unflinching.

[fattycbreezy52]

Yes, boys understand this sentiment better than girls.Thanks Tom!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

been with three wives...and several girlfriends...you expressed it so well...when aunt flo visits---affects different people differently...but definitely can affect the people around the one experiencing the discomfort.

a poem about real.

[fattycbreezy52]

Certainly, very much real and red:D
thanks a lot

[kashaw]

Aint they a pain? in more ways than one, The only time of the month that gets me down and I mean down. Hay ho, only another 10 years to go until they stop. :( 10 years of acting like a psycho every month. 10 years of weeping for absolutely no reason, 10 years of flushes, 10 years of being a right moody cow, 10 years of wearing dark jeans and pants, Not a subject many women like to talk about so well done for bringing it to light. written in such a way it wasn't unpleasant to read. :) If you have time, please pop by and read some of my work, x K.

[fattycbreezy52]

Yes, , absolutely . Those things which you described above with regards to our so called amazing process (sarcasm) is indeed true and cannot escape the attention of any girl species on this earth.Your review assured me that my subject is not unpleasant to read about. Thanks for the review dear!:)