Masterfully sitting
with disobedient blood-
letting from a rather
perturbed snatch
Wonder if the pillow pad
can catch the red
vagina tears
Sobbing over lack-of-baby
or maybe
from lack of male-friend
to play in bed
Instead of merely
friend hand
When man has truly
never seemed that great
For 50 years
listening to pussy weep
and cramp in violent sleep of womb
in gloomy urn
of unused fertility
“How do you like your eggs in the morning?”
“Unfertilized”
And so
she cries
with bloody tears
to stain underwear
with the war paint of virginity
Until the old years lend
their wisdom too late
to matter
And red cunt moans of loneliness
have succumbed
to dull protests
addressed in the forms
of hot flashes and angst
occasionally numbed
by friend Midol and master Advil
And we give our thanks
to stifled sobs
by way of unused
sad tampons alone
in boxes below
the shelf for years
by themselves unspoiled by blood
While miss coiled
underfucked womb
Curls in on itself
Lacking the tears to cry
Muttering misunderstood
Above the white pad
Washed dirty by dry
Author notes
Um, just to let readers know, I'm NOT 50 years old, so I didn't write this based on experience, let me tell you.
Written March 26th, 2006
A contest entry
- Inspire ME by Death by Fire.
300 points, ended September 8, 2007, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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sadness and pain
loss and unforgiving
wanting and yearning
all rolled up in one
awesome poem
Riftkin -
i cant read it and dont understnad it. a long writing/ good wokr
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Well I have to say you know
Yes indeed you painted the perfect picture in my mind of days I no longer miss
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wow megan....WOW....ok over my minute of speechlessness....the poem was heart renching...ok im back to my moment of speechlessness, i really dont know what to say....very powerful....your poems hold so much in them....you are awesome.
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