Seeing Red

When she wasn’t expecting it to show

The red devil came along

Making her crave 

Chocolate and something else

That she just couldn’t put her finger on

It left her hanging on

To the ragged edge

An emotional mess

Of highs and lows

Beautiful chaotic mess

That she couldn’t quite understand her own self

She wanted to be held

And to be left alone

She was glad it came

Though she would have rather

It choose different days

But the familiar presence

Was a reminder

That she was still

Young enough

Fertile and voluptuous

Every inch a woman

Seeing red





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