F@&K You AF.


You’re the monthly reminder I dread.

After 6 sticks with my line eye

Sore breasts

Mood swings like a pendulum

You show up and crush my hopes.

Affirm I’m making up these things in my head.

One day I’ll defeat you.

Then you’ll be gone.

For at least 9 months.

I’ll win.


But for now.

F@$# You!