Tuesday, August 29, 2006

Entry #89

Lunar Cycle
by Jill Maser

Damn you, Luna, and the curse with which you bind me!

What is my sin that you torture me so?

I ache. Deep inside the pain begins and forms a stone as dark and as heavy as you. That stone weighs upon me. It stiffens my spine. It pulls at my womb.

You taunt me from your place behind the clouds, burning bright, laughing at my plight.

I lay in my lair, curled in agony.

Dare I walk upon this earth?

What havoc shall I wreak?

Whom might I kill?

Oh, the pain, the pain!

I must go forth.

There is only one solution—chocolate.

“Honey! I’ve got wicked PMS. I’m going to the Seven-Eleven.”


Jaye Wells said...

LOL! Everyone woman can relate and every man is groaning in sympathy for the husband.

Robert Ball said...

I share in the groaning - for sympathy that is.

Joni said...

Strummin' my pain with your fingers, Jill, strummin' my pain. AWESOME! Very, very funny.

anne frasier said...

LOL!!! loved it!!!

nice job!

the curse. haven't heard it called that for so long!

Anonymous said...


What havoc shall I wreak...whom might I kill


Anonymous said...

Hehe, nice bit of misleading with an amusing conclusion.

Jude said...

You tease! Clever and evocative with a bit of a twist.

Anonymous said...

hahaha...nicely done!

Bhaswati said...

What a swift turn at the end. Jaye said it perfectly. LOL

Anonymous said...

Too funny I did not see that coming.