menstruation moon

the teeth of air
biting this brown skin
all evening i am
chronicling in mind
parasites of love
but no lover
steal and strangle
these treasures
it’s not my fault when
i am crashing on bed

early morning when
i start to suffer from
the bad temper of
the menstruation moon
i am bleeding more



About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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3 Responses to menstruation moon

  1. xtinuhson says:

    I love how you turned a terrible situation such as having your period into something poetic. Good job

  2. abichica says:

    I agree with Xtinuhson. Love the wordplay. 🙂

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