P C O S

Edited by: Charlene V. Martoni

Pain pulsated my body

and the bloody flowed thicker

than ever before,

but I insisted to take control.

my monthly

my life, my body.

Clothes and clots

increased throbbing,

and by homeroom

multiple pads

and longing prayers

weren’t enough.

my monthly

my life, my body.

Overflow bleed through barriers

and a 2 by4 bathroom stall

was my only shelter

as my legs

my life grew weak.

my monthly

my life, my body.

Shaking and stained

I weep

unable to understand

how to gain control,

how to be ok.

my monthly

my life, my body

my infertility.