Puddles of Pain…

Puddles of Pain…

twisted torso of torsion.

ugly uterus untrustworthy.

a sea of infertility.

blood bleeding brightly


puddles of pain.

my fifth day still twisting

turning into knots this-

ugly uterus untrustworthy

due to endometriosis.

heating pads, electric blanket and tylenol

mere essentials for survival as my body rebels

attacking me monthly.


Roses don’t grow

in concrete.

Love doesn’t bloom

in the desert.

Warmth isn’t found

in an iceberg

Roses don’t grow

in concrete

But Rainbows only appear

after the thunderstorms.

I never asked you for roses

but after you stormed

I did expect

a rainbow.