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I'm fifty, how the fuck can that be?
I was just thirty, figuring
things out, having babies and
still looking fine. Now you
wanna end it with
me? I mean I
hate you, but
I'll miss
you.
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Oh menopause, you dirty bastard.
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The River's Due
The river in our village was everything. Giver of life, bringer of death. It provided you with good fortune or stole your future. It was where the priests baptized us and the grandmothers blessed us afterward, in between the washing. The river’s spirit whispered to us all, every day of our lives. When someone was lost to the river, those same traveling priests claimed God had called them home. We nodded to make them feel better, but we knew it was the river that had come calling for its due. We may have come to accept Jesus as our savior, but had our doubts he would have tried to walk our river.
By Shaun Walters3 days ago in Fiction
Comments (13)
Well, now, that's a unique subject for a nonet if ever there was one! Boldly done, Sis!
Oh crucial! That's a good one, Heather!
That first line is amazing! Great nonet!
hahahahaha. The menopause sucks, but this poem doesn't. Fin.
I'm sorry, my sweet looney partner, but who in their right mind would miss their period? 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
Oof. Outstanding and all too real!
lol on the menopause mention. Felt like the feeling was mutual, and on some level, the break-up comes as a relief. Well done!!!
Unique take on the challenge. Nicely done!
Impresive!!! Loved it!!!♥♥♥
Quite clever. :) Great poem.
Ugh! But girl I have to tell you...you still fine ;) This is an awesome entry!
Haha! This is really entertaining. Great challenge entry!
Now, you won't miss that bitch. She'll torture on the way out though. Ugh.